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Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1858,  by  Henry  V.  Degen,  in 
the  Clerk's  office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  District  of  Massachusetts. 


PREFACE. 


Should  an  apology  be  needed  for  issuing  a  book  of 
poetry  so  very  simple  as  ««  Wee- Wee  Songs,"  it  may 
be  found  in  the  article  entitled  "Mother  Goose,"  on  page 
7th.     The   desire   expressed  by  Willie's  mother, 

"  That  those  who  love  Jesus 
Would  oftener  read 
The  sweet  words  he  uttered, 
My  lambs,  ye  must  feed." 

has  ever  found  a  warm  response  in  the  heart  of 

Leila. 


F©1  QUE  LITTLE  FIT 


MOTHER     GOOSE. 
"  Mamma/'  said  our  Sue, 

"You  sent  me  to-day, 
Up  stairs  with  the  nurse 

And  Willie  to  play. 

"  And  I  told  her  I  thought 
It  was  wicked  and  silly, 

To  say  things  like  these 
To  our  dear  little  Willy— 

"  <  Oh,  hi-diddle, 

Diddle, 
The  cat  has  the 

Fiddle, 
The  cow  has  jumped 

Over  the  moon, 
The  little  dog  laughed 

To  see  all  the  sport, 
And  the  dish  ran  away 

With  the  spoon.' 


8  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

"  Nurse  says  she  has  found 
The  book  of  great  use, 

For  children  are  pleased 
To  hear  Mother  Goose. 

(t  Now,  is  it  not  wrong 

To  tell  them  a  lie  ? 
If  not,  I  am  sure 

I  cannot  see  why." 

"  I  think  you  are  right," 

Her  mother  replied ; 
"  Nurse  must  try  to  amuse  him 

With  something  beside. 

"  But  babies  are  pleased 
With  the  jingle  of  rhyme, 

And  old  Mother  Goose 

Has  been  used  a  long  time. 

"  We  must  find  Wee-Wee  Songs, 
That  are  not  quite  so  silly, 

And  buy  them  for  nurse, 
To  amuse  little  Willy. 

a  "yye  give  him,  each  day, 
Fresh  milk  and  sweet  bread, 

And  his  dear  little  mind 
Must  be  properly  fed. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  9 

* ' '  T  is  not  easy  to  find 

Sweet  thoughts,  good  and  true, 
In  nursery  rhymes ; 

I  wish,  my  dear  Sue, 

That  those  who  love  Jesus 

Would  oftener  read 
Those  sweet  words  he  uttered, 

My  lambs  ye  must  feed  !  * 

"  For  this  beautiful  world, 

So  joyous  and  bright, 
Has  so  many  things 

Of  which  poets  might  write. 

"  The  blue  sky  above  us, 

The  flowers  and  the  trees, 
The  warbling  of  birds, 

And  the  hum  of  the  bees. 

"  These  bright  thoughts  would  give 
Our  darling  great  pleasure, 

If  written  in  simple, 

And  sweet-flowing  measure. 

*  Lovest  thou  me  ?    Feed  my  lambs. — John  xxi. 


10  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


SLEEP,      DOLLY! 

Do,  Miss  Dolly, 

Shut  your  eye ; 
I  will  wake  you 
By  and  by. 

Wee-Wee  Songs 

I  want  to  read ; 
You  must  go 
To  sleep  indeed. 

You  're  my  little 
Pet,  'tis  true, 

But  I  can  not 
Read  to  you ; 

For  you  never 
Seem  to  hear, 

Tho'  I  read  quite 
Loud  and  clear. 

Little  songs  are 
Not  for  you ; 

Mind,  I  've  told  you 
What  to  do ! 

So,  Miss  Dolly 
Shut  your  eye ; 

I  will  wake  you 
By  and  by. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

11 

WAKE,      DOLLY! 

Wee-Wee  Songs 

Are  put  away ; 

Dolly,  wake, 

'T  is  time  to  play  S 

You  have  been 

- 

So  good  to-day 

I  am  sure 

You  ought  to  play. 

Dolly,  now 

You  must  obey ; 

Wake,  I  say, 

And  come  and  play ! 

Do  n't  you  hear  me 

When  I  say, 

Dolly,  wake, 

'T  is  time  to  play  ? 

Do  you  dare 

To  disobey 

When  I  call, 

Come  out  to  play  ? 

Are  you  deaf, 

My  pet,  to-day  ? 

Then  I  '11  lead  you 

Out  to  play. 



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WEE  -  W  E  E      SONGS. 


ELLA     AND     THE     ROSES. 

"  Whit  beautiful  roses  !    Oh  do,  dear  mamma, 

Just  pick  one  or  two  ere  we  go ; 
If  the  gardener  were  here  he  would  not  refuse 

To  give  us  some  flowers,  I  know." 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  13 

"  The  gardener 's  not  here"  her  mother  replied ; 

He  asked  us  to  see  his  sweet  flowers ; 
"  I  trust,  my  dear  child,  you  would  not  wish  to 
steal, — 

These  roses,  you  know,  are  not  ours. 

"  Their  beautiful  fragrance  you  now  can  inhale, 
Their  lovely,  bright  colors  enjoy, 

Should  you  steal  but  one  rose  you  'd  be  happy 
no  more, 
You  would  lose  all  this  innocent  joy." 

"  O  no !    dear  mamma,   I  should  not  wish  to 
steal, 

So  I  '11  bid  these  sweet  roses  adieu ! 
Now,  Kover,"  said  Ella,  "we  're  ready  to  play, 

And  I  will  be  happy  with  you." 


IDA     MAY. 

No  little  girl 

More  bright  and  gay, 
Or  happier 

Than  Ida  May 

As  she  ran  off 

To  school  one  day, 
And  passed  the  store 

Of  Mr.  Gray, 


14  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

Where,  near  the  door, 
Some  ripe  plums  lay, 

And  Satan  whispered, 
Ida  May — 

Take  but  one  plum, 
Then  run  away ; 

You  '11  not  be  seen 
By  Mr.  Gray. 

Oh,  had  she  thought 
One  prayer  to  say, 

She  'd  not  have  sinned, 
Poor  Ida  May  ! 

She  caught  one  up, 
Then  ran  away, 

And  was  not  seen 
By  Mr.  Gray. 

Ah,  sinful  child, 

To  disobey 
The  Word  of  God — 

Hear,  Ida  May  ! 

"  Thou  shalt  not  steal !  " 
Now  hear  Him  say, 

And  you  have  stolen 
From  Mr.  Gray. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  15 

The  voice  of  God 

Will  you  obey  ? 
It  whispers  now. 

Stop  !  Ida  May, — 

'T  is  not  too  late, 

Go  back,  you  may 
Return  the  plum 

To  Mr.  Gray. 

Then  lift  your  heart 

To  God,  and  pray, 
«  Forgive  the  sin 

Of  Ida  May." 

That  still,  small  voice 

She  did  obey, 
And  ran  with  haste 

To  Mr.  Gray, 

And  told  him  all 

Without  delay ; 
The  good  man  pitied 

Ida  May. 

He  gently  wiped 

Her  tears  away ; 
And  when  she  left, 

Kind  Mr.  Gray 


16  WEE-WEE      SONGS 

Said  to  the  child, 
"  One  moment  stay  ■ 

I  '11  give  some  plums 
To  Ida  May." 

ie  I  could  not  eat 
A  plum  to-day !  " 

Said  Ida,  then, 
To  Mr.  Gray. 

She  went  to  school 
And  all  the  way 

God  saw  the  heart 
Of  Ida  May 

"Was  sweetly  raised 
To  Him,  to  pray 

That  He  would  wash 
Her  sins  away- — 

For  Jesus'  sake. 

And  God  that  day, 
Freely  forgave 

Dear  Ida  May. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


IT 


THE     PEACOCK. 

Is  it  right,  Mr.  Peacock,  to  strut  about  so  ? 

Your  plumage  is  fine  't  is  allowed ; 
And  had  you  but  painted  that  beautiful  tail, 

You  would  then,  with  some  reason,  feel  proud. 

Many  bright  little  flowers,  as  pretty  as  you, 

Are  found  in  some  shady  retreat. 
Go  learn  of  the  rose-buds  and  violets,  too, 

Their  modesty  renders  them  sweet. 


18  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

God  gave  you  the  plumage  we  so  much  admire  ; 

God  painted  the  butterfly's  wing ; 
God  deck'd  the  green  fields  with  flowers  so  gay, 

And  taught  the  dear  birds  how  to  sing. 

Many  things  in  this  beautiful  world  He  has 
made 
To  look  quite  as  pretty  as  you ; 
So  please,   Mr.   Peacock,   don't  feel   quite    so 
proud, 
As  your  gay,  brilliant  plumage  we  view ! 


minnie's    faithfulness. 

"  Brother,  may  I  unpack  your  trunk  ?  "  said 

little  Minnie  Bell. 
"  O  yes,  my  dear  ;  how  glad  I  am  to  get  home 

safe  and  well ; 
I  've  been  in   California  for  more  than  three 

long  years, 
But    I  'm    safely   home    at    last,    in    spite    of 

mother's  fears." 

"  Yes,  Alfred,  it  has  seemed,  to   dear   mamma 

and  me, 
A  long,  long  time,  and  we  are  glad  your  happy 

face  to  see ; 


— 

WEE- WEE      SONGS.  19 


Morning  and  evening,  do  you  know  ?  when  we 

knelt  down  to  pray, 
Mamma  has  asked,  that  God  would  bless  and 

guard  you  while  away. 

"  And  God  has  kindly  heard  her  prayer,  and 

kept  you  safe  and  well." 
She    worked   awhile,  —  at    length,    she    said, 

"  Dear  Alfred,  please  to  tell 
Where    you    have    put    your    Bible  ?     I  've 

unpacked  the  trunk  with  care, 
And  I  have  laid  upon  the  bed  most  all  the 

clothes  you  wear. 

"  I  've  looked  at  every  article,  and  yet  I  have 

not  seen 
A  Bible  or  a  Testament ;  brother,  what  can  it 

mean  ? 
I  fear  that  you  have   been  without  a  Bible  all 

the  way  ; 
Is  k  in  California,  or  have  you  lost  it, — say  ?  " 

"  You  little  chatter-box,  do   see  the  presents  I 

have  brought ; 
This    for  mamma,   and   that  for  you  ;    "Why ! 

really  I  had  thought 


20  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

The  beautiful  new  dress  I  bought  would  please 

my  sister  well ; 
How  do   you   like   this   India  fan,  I   ask  you, 

Minnie  Bell  ? " 

"  O,  it  is  very  beautiful !  I  thank  you,  Alfred, 

dear  ; 
But  yet  you  have   not  told  me,  what  most  I 

wish  to  hear." 
"  Well,  Minnie,"  said  her  brother,  "  if  really 

you  must  know, 
When  I  sailed  for  California  my  Bible  did  not 

g°« 

"  I  know  't  was    wrong    to    leave   it    out,    for 

never  have  I  seen 
A    Bible    or    a    Testament   in   any  place  I  've 

been; 
We  did  not  often  think  of  God  when  we  were 

digging  gold  ; 
That  is  the  truth ;  now,  Minnie  dear,  pray  do  n't 

begin  to  scold." 

"  Forgotten  God  for  three  long  years  !    Alfred, 

can  this  be  true  ? 
Dear  brother,  were  you  not  afraid   of  God's 

forgetting  you  ?  " 


WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

21  y 

1 

He    took    the    clear    child    in 

his 

arms 

,    and 

bursting  into  tears, 

"  My  conduct  has  been  wrong, 

"  he  said, 

"how 

sinful  it  appears  !  " 

Just  then  his  mother   entered, 

with 

her 

heart 

quite  full  of  joy 

And   gratitude   to   God   above, 

whc 

>   hac 

.   kept 

her  darling  boy  ; 

She  had  been  alone  to  thank   him,  and  offer  up 

a  prayer 

That  God  who  had  preserved 

her 

son, 

would 

keep  him  in  his  care. 

"  Dear  mother,  will  you  pray,' 

'  said  he, 

"and 

read  in  God's  own  Word 

That  story  of  the  Prodigal,  which  I 

have 

often 

heard  ; 

For  I  have  wandered  far  away, 

but 

now 

desire 

to  come 

And  love  and  serve  that  Being 

who  hath 

safely 

brought  me  home  ?  " 

Her  prayer  was  heard  ;  and  Alfred  Bell  is  now 

a  Christian  man, 

Serving   his  God  with  faithful] 

ness, 

and 

doing 

all  he  can 

WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


That  those  who  go   to   distant  lands,  to  search 

for  mines  of  gold, 
May  find  within  God's   holy  Word  a  mine  of 

wealth  untold. 


^.v 


THE     PULSIFER      CHILDREN. 

Oh,  Mother !  said  little  Ruth  Greenwood  one 

day, 
Please  come  to  the  window  this  moment,  I  pray, 
For  two  little  children  are  here,  by  the  door, 
They  are  weary  and  cold,  and  they  look  very 

poor. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  23 

The  Pulsifer  children,  I  see,  said  her  mother, 
'Tis  dear  little  Ella,  and  Harry,  her  brother 
Run,  call  them  in  quickly !  their  mother,  I  know 
Returned  to  this  village  a  few  days  ago. 

I  sent  them,  this  morning,  a  cart-load  of  wood, 
And  fear  that  they  now  may  be  suffering  for 

food; 
We  '11  fill  up  their  baskets  with  bread  and  with 

meat, 
And  give  the  dear  children  a  plenty  to  eat. 

Their  mother  is  proud,  and  she  cannot  endure 
The  neighbors  should  know  they  are  now  very 

poor; 
But  since  we  've  "  a  will,"  we  must  find  out  "  a 

way," 
To  help  this  poor  widow  —  we  must  not  delay. 

Her  father  's  a  drunkard,  her  husband  is  dead, 

And  she  is  too  ill  to  hold  up  her  head ; 

The   wretched   old   man   now  reels  thro'  the 

street, 
And  never  provides  them  a  mouthful  to  ea 

Ruth  ran  to  the  door,  and  called  them  both  in ; 
Their  feet  were  most  naked,  their   garments 
were  thin, 


24  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


Too  thin  to  go  out  in  this  cold  wintry  weather ; 
Here    Ruth    and    her    sister    both   whispered 
together. 

O,    yes,    sister   Mary,   those   stockings  you've 

knit, 
Just  the  thing,  and  so  warm !  I  am  sure  they 

will  fit ; 
We  '11  make  up  a  bundle,  and  stow  it  away 
In   the   baskets    they've    left    in    the    entry 

to-day. 

Little  Ella  and  Harry  were  grateful  indeed, 
That  God  had  provided   such  friends  in  their 

need ; 
Their  baskets  were  filled  with  biscuit  and  meat, 
And  warm  shoes  and  stockings  to  cover  their 

feet. 

The  Greenwood's  oft  drew  from  their  plentiful 
store, 

And  quietly  sent  to  the  poor  widow's  door 

Such  things  as  she  needed.  Her  proud  heart 
-was  melted  : 

She  welcomed  their  visits,  and  soon  was  con- 
tented 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  25 

To  let  little  Harry  and  Ella  go  where 
They  could  hear  of  the  Saviour,  and  his  ten- 
der care, 
Of  dear  orphan  children  —  the  story,  to  day, 
You  may  read  in  a  book  called  "  A  Will  and 
A  Way  "  * 


MORNING    SONG    AND     MORNING 
PRAYER. 

MOTHER. 

Awake,  my  daughter,  come  and  see 
This  Robin  red-breast  on  the  tree ; 

Open  your  drowsy  eyes ! 
Spring  up  from  bed  and  see  her  now, 
She  's  lighting  on  the  highest  bough, 

Come  quick,  before  she  flies  1 

LILLIE. 

Yes,  dear  mamma,  I  see  the  bird,' 
And  sweeter  notes  I  never  heard 

Than  she  is  warbling  now  ; 
I  hope  she  will  not  fly  away, 
But  sit  and  sing  the  live-long  day, 

On  this,  her  favorite  bough. 


•  Vol.  iv.  «  Casket  Library."    Published  by  II.  V.  Degen,  22  Cornhill. 


26  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


MOTHER. 

The  birds  must  build  their  nests  in  Spring, 
They  have  to  work  as  well  as  sing ; 

To  their  Creator's  praise, 
Since  early  dawn,  dear  Lillie,  she 
Has  warbled  out,  from  yonder  tree, 

Her  very  sweetest  lays. 

Now  tell  me,  who  has  kindly  kept 
My  little  daughter  while  she  slept ; 

Who  heard  her  evening  prayer, 
And  gently  closed  the  weary  eye, 
Nor  suffered  danger  to  come  nigh, 

But  kept  her  in  his  care  ? 

LILLIE. 

I  laid  me  down,  mamma,  and  slept, 
Because  the  Lord  sustained  and  kept 

His  child  thro'  all  the  night ; 
And  now  I  lift  my  heart  and  pray, 
O,  God,  I  thank  thee  for  this  day, 

That  I  may  see  its  light ! 

When  all  my  friends  were  fast  asleep, 
Thou  didst  my  soul  in  safety  keep, 
And  took  kind  care  of  me ; 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  21 


Father  in  Heaven,  0,  hear  me  now, 
As  at  thy  feet  I  humbly  bow, 
To  ask  a  gift  of  thee. 

Give  me  thy  spirit  from  above, 
That  I  may  learn  to  know  and  love 

My  best  and  dearest  Friend, — 
The  Savior,  who  hath  died  for  me, 
That  I  his  little  lamb  may  be, 

0  Lord  thy  spirit  send  ! 

And  now,  be  with  me  all  the  day, 
That  whether  I  'm  at  work  or  play, 

1  may  remember,  then, 
The  eye  of  God  is  still  on  me, 
Oh,  help  me  thy  dear  child  to  be, 

For  Jesus'  sake, — Amen. 


PLAY-TIME. 
LlLLIE,  put 

Your  work  away, 
ISTow  'tis  time 
To  go  and  play. 

You  have  been 
So  good  to-day, 

You  '11  be  happy 
When  you  play. 


„  J 


BABY   S     FIRST      STEPS. 
Baby,  darling, 

Do  not  fear, 
Move  those  little 

Feet,  my  dear ; 

Do  n't  stand  waiting- 
There  so  long ; 

You  are  growing 
Very  strong. 

Here  he  comes, 

Oh,  that 's  the  wav  ! 
Nurse,  I  know 

Mamma  will  say, 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  29 

When  she  comes  home,  Why,  how  you  talk  ! 
Is    baby   learning    how    to    walk  ? 

Try  again, 

Little  pet, 
You  have  not 

Fallen  yet ; 

Here  she  comes ; 
Look,  nurse,  look! 

All  alone, 

Three  steps  she  took. 

When  papa 

Comes  home  to-night, 
It  will  give  him 
Great   delight  ; 
And  he  will  say,  Why,  how  you  talk  ! 
Are  you  sure  the  child   can  walk  ? 

Nurse,  I  love 

Our  baby  so, 
I  must  teach  her 

All  I  know. 

That 's  not  much, 

Papa  would  say, 
He  laughs  at  me 

Most  every  day, 


30  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

Because  I  'm  old 

Enough  to  read, 
Oh  dear  !   that 's  very 
Hard  indeed. 
But,  baby,  we  will  not  stop  to  talk, 
We  are  going  out  doors  to  teach  you  to  walk. 


CONVERSATION      UPON     ICE. 
MOTHER    AND    DAUGHTER. 

"  Come,  dear,"  said  Mrs.  Jones  one  day, 
To  Jane,  her  little  daughter, 

"  Come,  look  at  this  large  block  of  ice, 
Now  floating  in  the  water  ! 

"  You  could  not  lift  it  from  the  ground, 
If  you  should  try  all  day, 
And  yet,  like  a  mere  feather,  now, 
You  see  it  float  away." 

"  Oh,  yes,  mamma,  it  does  seem  strange, 
That  it  should  never  sink, 
Why  that  large  block  of  ice  should  float, 
I  'm  sure  I  cannot  think. 

"  How  very  kind  it  is  in  God 
To  freeze  the  waters  so, 
That  on  the  top  the  ice  remains 
And  cannot  sink  below  ! 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  31 


"  For,  while  our  winters  are  so  cold, 
How  short  a  time  'twould  take 
To  form  one  solid  mass  of  ice, 
In  river,  pond,  or  lake ! 

"  And  thus,  from  year  to  year,  mamma, 
Winter  would  ever  reign, 
For  such  a  mass  could  never  melt 
When  summer  came  again. 

"  But  tell  me  how  the  ice  is  formed, 
And  what  can  make  it  float 
Upon  the  surface  of  the  lake, 
Just  like  a  little  boat  ? " 

u  Our  Heavenly  Father,  Jane,  has  filled 
With  bubbles  full  of  air, 
Each  lump  of  ice — and  we  may  see 
His  goodness  everywhere. 

u  The  air  expands  within  the  ice, 
Just  as  its  Maker  pleases, 
And  rarifies  to  make  it  light, 
Whene'er  the  water  freezes. 

"  Thin  cakes  thus  form  in  layers,  Jane, 
As  you  may  often  see 
One  ring  within  another,  round 
The  body  of  a  tree, 


32  WEE-  W  E  E      SONGS. 


"  And  thus  't  is  piled  from  week  to  week, 
While  Jack  Frost  is  about, 
Until  the  men  with  horses  come, 
To  float  the  treasure  out." 

"  And  what  a  luxury,  mamma, 

These  large  ice  blocks  will  be 
When  summer  comes,  and  we  again 
Such  sultry  weather  see  \ 

"  Last  August,  I  remember  well, 

When  I  came  home  from  school, 
How  good  the  water  used  to  taste, 
With  ice  to  make  it  cool. 

"  And  then,  you  know,  we  used  to  hare 
Our  butter  hard  and  nice, 
Our  cake  kept  cool,  and  fish,  and  meat, 
Preserved  with  lumps  of  ice." 

"  Yes,  dearest,  God  is  ever  kind — 
How  constant  is  his  care ! 
He  gives  not  only  food  and  drink, 
And  clothes  for  us  to  wear, — 

u  But  happy  homes  with  luxuries  filled, 
And  this  bright  world  of  ours 
Is  stored  with  precious  gifts  of  love, 
Abundant  fruits  and  flowers, 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  33 

"  To  gratify  the  taste  of  man, 
And  fill  his  heart  with  joy  ; 
Then,  should  not  grateful  thoughts  of  God 
Each  passing  hour  employ  1 " 

"  Yes,  dear  mamma,  for  warbling  birds 
Send  up  their  sweetest  lays, 
To  thank  Him  for  his  gifts  of  love, 
And  we  should  offer  praise 

"  To  the  great  God,  our  dearest  friend, 
Who  lives  and  reigns  above  ; 
Will  you  not  pray  to  Him,  mamma, 
To  fill  my  heart  with  love  ?  " 


HAPPY      DOLLY. 

Happy  at  night, 
Happy  by  day ; 

Happy  at  home, 
Happy  away  ! 

Dolly  darling, 

Never,  never, 
Are  you  cross, 

But  happy  ever ! 
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EDDIE     IN     THE      COUNTRY.      . 

"I  'm  sure  'tis  too  pleasant  this  beautiful  day 

To  sit  here  so  quietly  playing, 
Come,  Lillie,  let 's  be  off  to  the  mountain  away, 

And  see  where  the  sheep  are  now  straying ! " 

So  said  little  Eddie,  and  ran  with  great  joy, 

To  ask  if  his  cousin  could  go ; 
But  tho'  his  aunt  wished  to  oblige  the  dear  boy, 

She  still  was  compelled  to  say  no. 

"I  have  given  my  daughter  a  lesson  to  learn, 
Then  follows  a  half  hour's  sewing  ; 

Should  this  be  well  done,  then  with  pleasure 
she'll  earn, 
And  I  shall  not  object  to  her  going. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  35 

"You  remember,  last  evening,  she  promised  papa, 

His  handkerchief  neatly  to  sew, 
I  have  fitted  her  work,  when  'tis  done,"  said 
mamma, 

"  And  the  lesson  is  learned,  she  may  go. 

"  I  can  work  after  dinner,"  said  Liliie,   "  do 
please 
Just  for  once  to  grant  Eddie's  request." 
"  My  dear,"  said  her  mother,  "'tis  no  use  to 
teaze, 
After  work,  not  before,  you  may  rest." 

Liliie  took  up  her  book,  with  a  tear  in  her  eye, 
She  could  scarce  see  a  word  that  was  in  it ; 

But  Eddie  declared  't  was  of  no  use  to  cry, 
And  she  thought  so  herself  in  a  minute. 

Resolving  to  try,  and  do  all  in  her  power, 
To  make  of  each  duty  a  pleasure, 

She  conquered ;  and  said  to  mamma,  "  in  an  hour, 
Please  hear  me  recite,  if  you  've  leisure !  " 

Her  mother  looked  pleased,  as  she  said,  "  how 
is  this, 

Papa's  handkerchief  hemmed  and  all  ready  ? 
Well  done,  my  dear  child  !    Now  give  me  a  kiss, 

Then  run  out  and  find  cousin  Eddie." 


36  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

BIBLE     SOLD      BY      WEIGHT. 

Please  put  the  Bible  in  one  scale,  the  papers 

in  the  other ; 
'T  is  mine?  'tis  mine!  dear  Willie  cried,  and 

ran  to  tell  his  mother. 
His  little  heart  was  full  of  joy  as  he  ran  home 

again ; 
How  he  obtained  the  Bible,  young  reader,  we  '11 

explain. 

He  went  to  buy  his  mother,  at  noon,  a  pouna 

of  tea, 
And,  when    the    grocer  weighed    it    out,   the 

child  observed  that  he 
Turned   round   to    tear    a   Bible    that   on    the 

counter  lay, 
He  had  bought  it  for  waste  paper,  he  said  that 

very  day. 

He  was  almost  out  of  paper  to  wrap  his  parcels 

in. 
Now  the  grocer  could  not  read,  and  knew  not 

what  a  sin 
It  was  to  tear  this   Holy  Book  and   take  each 

well-worn  leaf 
To  use  for  such  a  purpose ;  but  when  he  saw 

the  grief 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  37 

;  Of  his   little   favorite,   Willie,  he   kindly  said, 

I  'm  sure 
|  I  '11  give  you  the   old  volume  if  some   papers 

you  '11  procure, 
|  As  much  as  this   great  book   will  weigh — you 

see  it  is  not  light, — 
Run  home   and   see    what   you    can    find,  and 

bring  them  before  night. 

The  boy  was   very  poor,  indeed,  but   he   was 

good  and  kind, 
And  when  he  went  among   his   friends,  it  was 

not  hard  to  find 
Those  who  approved  of  Willie's  care  of  God's 

most  Holy  Word, 
They  gladly  gave   the   papers  when   the   story 

they  had  heard. 

An  hour  had  scarcely  passed,  when  the  grocer 

saw,  with  pleasure, 

The  little  boy  returning  to  claim  the  promised 
treasure. 

He  placed  the  Bible  in  one  scale,  the  papers  in 

the  other. 
Oh,  thank  you,  sir !    'tis  mine!    he   cried,   and 

ran  to  tell  his  mother. 


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WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


How  happy  was  that  mother ;  God's  Word  was 

her  delight 
A  light  unto  her  path  by  day, — a  guiding   star 

at  night ; 
She  raised  her  heart  in  thankfulness,  that  he 

had  learned  to  prize 
His  precious  Bible,  and  had  gained  a  treasure 

in  the  skies. 


•-• ,  -^ 

OH,      SPARE     THE      BIRDS. 
Spare  the   dear  little  birds,  don't  kill  them  I 
pray! 
But  listen,  and  hear  their  sweet  song ; 
To  spoil  all  our  music,  and  shoot  them  to-day, 
Oh,  sportsmen,  you  know  't  would  be  wrong ! 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  39 

At  dawn  of  the  day,  they  are  warbling  away, 
But  they  never  have  done  the  least  harm  ; 

The  summer  's  most  gone,  they  've  a  short  time 
to  stay — 
They  will  soon  fly  away  from  our  farm. 

To  the  bright  sunny  South,  they  then  will  repair, 
In  autumn  they  flock  off  together  ; 

Our  Father  in  Heaven  with  kind,  watchful  care, 
Then  guides  them  in  search  of  warm  weather. 

I  'm  sure   't  will  displease  Him,  if  merely  for 
sport 
You  shoot  these  sweet  songsters  to-day  ; 
Remember,  kind   sportsmen,  their   life  is   but 
short ; 
Oh,  spare  them,  in  pity,  I  pray ! 


CROSS     GIRL. 

Jane,  .my  dear, 
How  can  you  be 

Cross  to  little 
Emily  ! 

When  she  's  such 
A  darling  child ; 

Always  gentle, 
Meek  and  mild. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  41 


TRENTON     FALLS. 

See  Frontispiece  and  other  views  of  Trenton  Falls. 

Cascades  roaring 
In  their  might,  — 

Waters  pouring 

From  the  height,  — 

Wildly  bounding 
On  their  way,  — 

Loud  resounding, 
Seem  to  say,  — 

See  us  toiling, 
As  we  glide ;  — 

Hear  us  boiling, 
Far  and  wide. 

We  are  living, 
Not  in  vain,  — 

We  are  giving 
Back  again 

Plenteous  rain-drops 

To  the  sun, 
As  it  cheers  us 

While  we  run. 

Rising,  leaping, 
Over  hills,  — 


42  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

We  are  keeping 
Yonder  mills 

Swiftly  going 

Round  and  round  ; 

Onward  flowing, 
We  are  found. 

Useful  ever, 

As  we  go  ; 
Silent  never. 

Do  you  know 

We  are  teaching 
You  to-day ; 

Hear  our  preaching. 
Children,  stay ! 

Learn  a  lesson 
Of  the  river; 

Yield  your  hearts 
To  God,  their  giver. 

Ever  raising 
Grateful  praise, 

Loving,  serving, 
All  your  days. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  43 

papa's     REQUEST. 
Write  very  often,  children,  — 

Write  papa  very  soon ; 
Your  letters  will  be  dearer 

Than  lovliest  flowers  in  June  ; 
For  papa  will  be  absent 

Throughout  the  long,  long  year. 
Write  to  him  very  often 

What  he  will  wish  to  hear. 

That  Fred,  and  sister  Bessie 

Are  learning  with  their  might, 
And  little  Nell  and  Jessie 

Are  doing  what  is  right. 
Dear  children,  help  each  other, 

At  morning,  noon,  and  night, 
And  then  your  happy  mother 

Will  find  it  sweet  to  write. 

Write  papa  very  often,  — 

Write  in  the  early  morn, 
Or  write  him  just  at  twilight, 

When  all  the  day  is  gone ; 
Draw  out  the  pretty  table, 

Mamma  will  bring  a  light, 
And  help  the  older  children 

To  gather  round  and  write. 


44  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

Write  of  the  loving  kindness 

Of  that  dear  Friend  above, 
To  whom,  in  papa's  absence, 

He  would  lead  your  hearts  in  love. 
Think  of  Him  in  the  morning, 

And  think  of  Him  at  night, 
And  of  his  acts  of  kindness 

Do  not  forget  to  write. 

"Write  very  often,  dear  ones, — 

Write  papa  very  soon, 
Your  letters  will  be  dearer 

Than  lovliest  flowers  in  June. 
If,  while  papa  is  absent, 

You  'd  fill  him  with  delight, 
Think  of  him  very  often, 

And  do  n't  forget  to  write. 


JANES      QUESTION. 

' '  Mamma,"  said  Jane,  "  what  will  you  do 
When  you  have  read  your  Bible  through  ? 
You  read  so  carefully  each  part, 
I  think  you  '11  know  it  all  by  heart." 

Her  mother  smiled  and  said,  "  Why,  then 
I  mean  to  read  it  through  again  ; 
And  hope  my  daughter  soon  will  be 
Able  to  read  God's  Book  with  me." 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  45 


"  Yes,  dear  mamma,  I  soon  shall  read, 
I  'm  learning  very  fast,  indeed  ; 
And  I  should  gladly  leave  my  play 
For  Bible  stories  any  day. 

"  But,  then,  you  know,  to  me  they  're  new ; 
Now,  when  I  've  read  a  book  twice  through, 
I  'm  tired  of  it,  and  want  another,  — 
Why  do  you  not  feel  so,  dear  mother  ? " 

"  Indeed,  my  love,  I  often  do 
Tire  of  some  books  as  quick  as  you ; 
I  should  not  even  read  them  twice, 
Once  reading  will  for  me  suffice. 

"  But  we  may  read,  and  read  again, 
These  sweet  words  of  our  Father,  Jane, 
From  youth  to  age,  and  as  we  come 
Nearer  and  nearer  to  our  home  — 

"Our  happy  home  in  heaven  above, 
This  Book  we  more  and  more  shall  love ; 
Sweeter  than  honey,  and  more  dear 
Than  precious  gems,  't  will  then  appear. 

"May  God  his  grace  to  you  impart, 
And  write  these  truths  upon  your  heart. 
Now,  darling,  put  your  work  away, 
'Tis  time  for  you  to  run  and  play,  — 
We  '11  talk  of  this  some  other  day." 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  47 

JOHN     MASON    AND     HIS     SLED 
"  0,  how  I  wish  we  owned  a  sleigh," 
Said  Susie  to  her  mother ; 
"  I  want  to  go  to  school  to-day, 
With  Nellie  and  my  brother  !  " 

Her  mother  sighed,  and  said,  "  My  dear, 

Your  sister  cannot  go  ; 
They  have  not  made  a  path,  I  fear, 

Since  this  great  fall  of  snow." 

Here  James  ran  in  with  joy,  and  said, 
"  Dear  mother,  come  and  see ; 

John  Mason 's  here  with  his  new  sled, 
He  offers  it  to  me 

"  To  take  our  Nell  to  school  to-day ; 
I  am  to  be  the  horse ; 
Please  wrap  her  up  without  delay, 
You  '11  let  her  go,  of  course  !  " 

"  And  Susie,  too,"  John  Mason  cried, 

"  I  '11  take  her  on  my  back  ; 
Nell  and  the  dinner,  both  can  ride, — 

John,  follow  in  my  track  !  " 
The  mother's  heart  was  filled  with  joy, 

She  watched  them  from  the  door, 
A  happy  group  !     And  that  dear  boy 

Who  thought  upon  the  poor, 


48  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


Think  you,  he  was  not  happy,  too, 
When  he  went  home  at  night ! 

If  you  would  hear  the  story  through, 
Eead  "Right,  and  About  Right."* 


RIDE      TO      SCHOOL     IN     WINTER. 
"  We  are  ready  ; 
Let  us  go 
Swiftly  over 

Ice  and  snow ; 
Nell  and  Susie, 
Side  by  side, 
You  shall  have 
A  glorious  ride  !  " 
See  the  happy  children  go 
Smoothly  o'er  the  ice  and  snow ! 

"  Clasp  your  arms 

Around  me  tight ; 
Hold  on,  Susie, 

That  is  right ; — 
Nellie,  keep 

The  basket  still 
When  we  dash 

Down  yonder  hill !  " 


*  Vol.  I.  "  Casket  Library."     Published  by  H.  V.  Degen,  22  Cornbill. 


WEE -WEE      SONGS.  49 

Thus  the  happy  children  go 
Briskly  o'er  the  ice  and  snow. 

' '  Wintry  weather 
Cannot  harm  us, 
Nor  Jack  Frost 

E'er  alarm  us  ; 
How  exciting ! 

Onward  move, 
Hearts  uniting 
Thus  in  love." 
Merrily  singing,  on  they  go 
Quickly  o'er  the  ice  and  snow. 

"  Oh,  we  love 

This  bracing  air, 
Though  the  snow 
Is  everywhere ; 
Fingers  cold  ? 

Never  mind  it. 
There  's  a  fire, 
We  shall  find  it, 
When  we  reach  the  school,  you  know, 
Over  the  ice  and  over  the  snow. 

"  Now  we  toil 
Up  the  hill, 


50  WEE-WEB     SONGS. 

Wear  -  i  -  ly, 

But  upward  still, 
Soon  the  height 

We  shall  gain, 
Pull  the  sled 

With  might  and  main." 
Struggling,  toiling,  up  they  go 
Wearily  over  the  ice  and  snow ! 

Then  along 

The  level  ground, 
On  they  go 

With  a  bound ; 
Merry  shouts 

Everywhere 
Kinging  through 

The  frosty  air ; 
See  the  happy  children  go 
Smoothly  o'er  the  ice  and  snow ! 

See  !  they  're  dashing 

Down  the  hill, 
Boys  are  calling, 
"Nell,  be  still !" 
Teeth  are  chattering 
In  her  head, 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  51 


Dish.es  rattling 
On  the  sled ; 
Girls  are  frightened  though  they  go 
Safely  o'er  the  ice  and  snow. 

Now  they  near 

The  school-house  door — 
There  's  the  pond 

All  frozen  o'er  ; 
Hear  the  happy 

Children  singing, 
Through  the  air 

Their  voices  ringing ; 
Sliding,  skating,  merrily,  oh ! 
Swiftly  over  the  ice  and  snow ! 

Nell  and  Sue 

Have  found  a  seat, 
And  have  warmed 

Their  hands  and  feet ; 
When  the  bell 

Rings  loud  and  clear, 
Leave  your  sports 

Children  dear ! 
Quickly  into  the  school  they  go, 
Merrily  leaving  the  ice  and  snow. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  53 

THE      KIND      BROTHER. 

Coach  is  tackled ; 

Sister,  run, 
Put  your  gloves 

And  bonnet  on ! 
It  is  about 

A  week  ago, 
We  were  promised, 

Sis,  you  know, 

Were  we  good, 

We  should  to-day 
Take  the  coach 

And  ride  away. 

Cousins  now 

Are  all  at  home  ; 
Glad  they  '11  be 

To  see  us  come. 

Oh,  how  pleasant 

'  Tis  to  ride, 
All  along 

The  river  side  ! 

Sister,  come, 

Do  not  delay, 
9  Tis  quite  time 

•To  start  away. 


54  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

Now  you  'r  crying  ! 

Are  'nt  you  well  ? 
What 's  the  matter  ? 

Mary,  tell  ? 

THE    FIRST    LIE. 

Brother,  do  not 
Ask  me  why ! 

Yet,  you  '11  hear, — 
I  Ve  told  a  lie  ! 

And  here,  shut  up, 
I  'm  doomed  to  stay, 

And  weep  and  mourn 
The  livelong  day ! 

Dear  Harry  I  'm 
Afraid  that  you 

And  Harriet, 

Will  hate  me  too. 

For,  since  I  've  told 
This  lie,  mamma 

Do  n't  speak  to  me, 
Nor  does  papa. 

Not  once  upon  me 
Have  they  smiled, 

Since  I  was  such 
A  wicked  child. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  55 

Oh,  they  will  hate  me, 

I  'm  afraid, 
And  God,  who  heard 

The  words  I  said, 

Will  shut  all  liars 

Out  of  heaven ; 
Oh,  can  I  ever 

Be  forgiven  ? 

HARRY. 

Dear  sister,  I 

Will  tell  mamma 
How  bad  you  feel, 

And  ask  papa 

This  evening,  when 

We  kneel  to  pray, 
To  ask  that  God 

May  wash  away 

Your  sins,  and  help  you, 

Every  day, 
To  speak  the  truth 

Whate'er  you  say. 

But  first,  I  '11  send 

The  coach  away 
I  do  not  wish 

To  ride  to-day. 


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WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


GRANITE     HILLS      IN      WINTER. 

These  hills,  so  magnificent,  lofty,  and  great! 
The  boast  of  New  Hampshire  —  the  Old  Granite 

State ! 
I   have  seen  them,  dear  children,  and  much  I 

admire 
These  beautiful  hills  in  their  wintry  attire. 


The  Ice  King  has  laid  his  cold  hand  on  the  rills, 
They  cannot  now  playfully  leap  down  the  hills  ; 
Snowy  mountain    and    valley   alike    are    made 

hoary ; 
Jack    Frost    reigns    triumphant,    alone    in    his 

glory. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  57 

One  sees,  now  and  then,  a  lonely  snow-bird, 
But  old  Robin  red-breast  no  longer  is  heard 
Warbling  out  a  glad  song  to  the  praise  of  her 

Maker, 
She    has    gone    where    the    Ice    King    cannot 

overtake  her. 

Who  guides  the  dear  birds,  that  they  never  get 

lost 
When  seeking  a  home  to  escape  from  the  frost  ? 
Our  Father  in  Heaven  —  he  guides  them  aright, 
Till   away  in    the    bright,   sunny    South    they 

alight. 

So  long  as  these  lofty  old  hills  shall  remain, 
And   spring   shall   renew  their   bright  verdure 

again, 
Our  loving,  kind  Father  shall  still  fondly  care 
For  the  beasts  of  the  field  and  the  fowls  of  the 

air. 

Not  a  robin  or  sparrow  can  fall  to  the  ground  ; 
Not  a  raven  may  cry  but  he  heareth  the  sound. 
Then  will  not   "  Our   Father  in  Heaven  "   be 

nigh, 
And  bless  us,  dear  children,  when  we,  too,  shall 

cry? 


58  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

Oh,  yes !  Are  ye  not  of  more  value  than  they  ? 
In  accents  most  tender,  we  hear  Jesus  say ; 
And  I  'm  sure,  if  God  takes  such  kind  care  of 

a  bird, 
Our  prayers,  if  sincere,  cannot  fail  to  be  heard. 


THE     LAKE ISLES NOTCH WHITE 

MOUNTAINS,      ETC. 

If   a  map  of  the   Old  Granite   State   you  will 

take, 
Near  the  borders  of  Maine  you  will  find  that 

large  lake, 

The  Winnipisogee,  —  so  lovely  to  view 
Embosoming  islands  most  beautiful,  too. 

In  number  they  equal  the  days  of  the  year  ; 
And  when  summer  comes  no  islands  appear 
More  lovely  in  verdure  and  beauty  than  these, 
With  rich,  fruitful  fields,  and  beautiful  trees  — 

So  vocal  with  birds,  warbling   out   their   sweet 

lays, 
As  if  they  were  chanting  their  Maker's  praise, 
Could  you  then  view  the   lake,  dear  children, 

the  sight 
Would  fill  your  young  hearts  with  the  greatest 

delight. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  59 

Another  famed  spot  is  a  narrow  defile, 

Where  the  mountain  seems  split  for  more  than 

a  mile, 
And   a   picturesque  landscape  around   you  is 

spread, 
With  the  White  Mountains  hanging  just  over 

your  head. 

This  Notch  is  so  wonderful,  travellers  agree, 
It  repays  one  to  come  a  long  distance  to  see ; 
Amid  Alpine  heights  such  views  may  abound, 
But  in  our  own  country  they  seldom  are  found. 

American  Switzerland !     Such  is  the  name 
We  give  to  the  Old  Granite  State  for  the  fame 
Of    its    islands    and    lakes,    its    cascades    and 

fountains, 
And  the  bold,  lofty  peaks  of  the  snowy  White 

Mountains. 


SHUN     THE     SWEARER. 

Run  home,  little  boy  ! 

Oh,  do  not  stand  there, 
To  hear  that  bad  man 

So  wickedly  swear. 


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WEE-WEE      SONGS 


What  a  sight 
We  descry 

When  the  Falls 
Meet  our  eye ! 


THE     TELL-TALE. 

Emma,  I  'm  sorry  to  observe 
A  trick  you  have,  my  dear, 

Of  listening  to  whate'er  is  said, 
And  telling  all  you  hear. 

I  knew  a  little  Judith  Shove, 
Who  had  this  habit,  too ; 

She  was  an  active,  sprightly  girl, 
About  as  old  as  you. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  61 

But  what  was  said  and  done  at  home 

She  always  minded  well, 
And,  when  she  went  abroad,  the  whole 

She  would  be  sure  to  tell. 

People  were  cautious  what  they  said 
Where'er  she  chanced  to  come, 

For  well  they  knew  that  every  word 
Would  straight  be  carried  home. 

The  teacher  who  instructed  her, 
Had  made  this  wholesome  rule, 

To  punish  every  child  who  told 
Of  what  was  done  in  school. 

But  Judith  loved  to  talk  so  well, 
No  rule  could  hold  her  long  ; 

She  could  not  bear  to  be  restrained, 
Nor  learn  to  hold  her  tongue. 

One  day  a  scholar  misbehaved, 

This  made  the  teacher  fret, 
And  Judith  told  the  whole  affair 

To  every  one  she  met. 

But,  when  the  active  school-dame  heard 

Her  laws  were  disobeyed, 
To  find  the  naughty  tell-tale  child, 

A  search  she  quickly  made. 


62  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

Judith  well  knew  the  fault  was  hers, 

And  greatly  did  she  fear 
To  take  the  threatened  punishment 

Which  she  deserved  to  bear. 

So,  on  her  little  sister  she 
Contrived  the  blame  to  lay, 

And  said  she  heard  her  tell  the  tale 
At  home  that  very  day. 

The  little,  frightened,  trembling  child 
"With  truth  the  charge  denied  ; 

But  Judith  said,  before  the  school, 
That  little  Sallie  lied. 

And  so  she  bore  what  would  have  been 
The  wicked  Judith's  due,  — 

The  punishment  for  telling  tales, 
And  speaking  falsely,  too. 

Weeping  and  sobbing  she  went  home, 

Her  little  heart  was  full ; 
And  Sallie  was  a  child  of  truth, 

So  they  believed  the  whole. 

Papa  made  Judith  go  to  school, 
And  there,  before  them  all, 

Own  how  deceitful  she  had  been ; 
Then  on  her  knees  to  fall 


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Before  the  dame  and  Sallie,  too, 

Their  pardon  to  obtain, 
And  promise  she  would  never  do 

So  wickedly  again. 

But  ever  after,  let  her  go 
Abroad  where'er  she  would, 

The  boys  would  hoot  her  as  she  passed, 
And  call  her — Tattling  Jude  ! 


THE     STOLEN     PENKNIFE. 

1  (  Harry,  darling,  what 's  the  matter  ; 
Have  you  hurt  yourself,  my  boy  ? 
When  1  went  away,  this  morning, 
That  bright  face  was  full  of  joy." 

"  Oh,  papa,"  said  Harry,  sobbing, 
"  I  do  think  it  is  a  shame, 
My  new  knife  is  gone — he  stole  it, 
And  I  do  not  know  his  name." 

"  Your  new  knife  !     Who  stole  it,  Harry  ? " 
"  That  big  boy,  papa,  who  brought 
Shavings  here  to  sell,  this  morning ; 
Oh  I  wish  he  could  be  caught. 

"  I  was  standing  on  the  sidewalk, 
Whittling  with  my  knife  to-day, 


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When  he  came,  and  asked  to  see  it, 
Then  he  turned  and  ran  away." 

"  "Wicked  boy  !     I  think  I  know  him  ; 
'T  was  a  naughty  thing  to  do ; 
I  will  bring  you  home  another, 
Like  the  one  he  stole  from  you. 

"  That  poor  boy  has  no  kind  parents, 
Nor  a  bright  and  happy  home ; 
Wicked  children  are  his  playmates, 
Through  the  streets  he  loves  to  roam. 

"  There  he  learns  to  be  so  sinful, 
Lying,  stealing,  every  day ; 
He  has  no  kind  friends  to  teach  him, 
Morn  and  evening,  how  to  pray. 

"  Should  you  not  be  thankful,  darling, 
God  has  been  so  good  to  you  ; 
Given  you  friends  so  kind  and  loving, 
Taught  you  what  you  ought  to  do  1 

"  Learn,  my  son,  a  useful  lesson 

From  this  wretched  boy  to-day,  — 
Never  choose  a  bad  companion 

When  you  're  in  the  streets  at  play. 


CROSS      GIRL. 
MOTHER. 
My  dear  Amelia,  I  'm  ashamed 

To  hear  you  quarrel  so ; 
Leave  off  these  naughty  airs,  my  child, 
Go  play  with  Frances,  —  go ! 
a* 


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AMELIA. 

I  can't,  mamma,  the  little  minx 
May  play  with  whom  she  can ; 

And  while  she  lives  she  shall  not  have 
My  waxen  doll  again. 

"With  any  other  little  girl 

I  should  be  glad  to  play  ; 
But  I  do  n't  love  our  Frances,  Ma, 

I  wish  she  'd  go  away. 

MOTHER. 

Amelia,  little  Betsy  Smith 
Spends  all  her  time  alone  ; 

She  had  a  little  sister  once, 
But  now  she  's  dead  and  gone. 

Betsy,  like  you,  was  very  cross, 
And  when  she  used  to  play 

With  pretty  little  Emeiine, 
She  'd  quarrel  every  day. 

One  time  her  sister  said  to  her, 
"  Do  n't,  Betsy,  be  so  cross  ; 
Indeed,  I  am  not  well  to-day, 
And  fear  I  shall  be  worse." 


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"  Not  well !  Oh,  yes,  you  're  very  sick  ! 
I  do  n't  believe  it 's  true ; 
You  only  want  to  coax  Mamma 
To  get  nice  things  for  you." 

But  Emeline  grew  worse  and  worse, 

Till  she  could  hardly  speak  ; 
And  when  the  doctor  came  he  said, 

She  would  not  live  a  week. 

And  then  it  rushed  on  Betsy's  mind, 

How  wicked  she  had  been ; 
The  cruel  treatment  of  the  child 

She  never  felt  till  then. 

Over  her  sister's  bed  she  hung, 

With  many  a  bitter  sigh, 
And  laid  her  arms  about  her  neck, 

And  begged  her  not  to  die. 

"  Forgive  me,  Emeline,  or  else 
I  do  not  wish  to  live  ; 
Oh  speak,  dear  sister,  speak  once  more, 
And  say  you  will  forgive  ! 

The  poor,  dear,  suffering,  dying  child 

Just  raised  her  languid  eye, 
And  moved  her  lips,  and  tried  to  say, 

Dear  Betsey,  do  not  cry ! 


68  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

Then  Betsey'  s  sorrowing  mother  tried 
To  take  her  from  the  bed, 

She  cast  her  weeping  eyes  behind. 
And  Emeline  was  dead. 

And  now  poor  little  Betsey  sits, 

Day  after  day,  alone  ; 
She  does  not  wish  to  laugh  or  play 

Since  Emeline  is  gone. 

AMELIA. 

Mamma,  now  see  I  am  not  cross ; 

Come,  Fanny,  let  us  play ! 
And  you  shall  have  my  waxen  doll, 

And  keep  it  every  day. 


THE     FIRST      THEFT. 
MOTHER. 

Edward,  come  here,  how  pale  you  are ! 

What  makes  you  look  so  wild  ? 
And  you  've  been  crying  sadly,  too ! 

What 's  happened  to  my  child  ? 

EDWARD. 

You  know,  mamma,  you  sent  me  down 

To  Mr.  Brightman's  shop, 
With  ninepence  in  my  hand  to  buy 

A  little  humming-top. 


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Well,  Mr.  Brightman  handed  down 

A  dozen  tops  or  more, 
That  I  might  take  my  choice  of  one, 

Then  stepped  towards  the  door. 

And  so  I  caught  one  slily  up, 

And  in  my  pocket  hid  it, 
No  one  could  e'er  suspect  the  thing, 

So  cunningly  I  did  it. 

Then  I  took  out  another  top, 

And  laid  my  ninepence  down, 
Laughing  to  think  I  owned  them  both, 

But  paid  for  only  one. 

But,  when  I  turned  and  left  the  shop, 

I  felt  most  dreadfully ; 
For  all  the  while  I  was  afraid 

That  he  would  follow  me. 

Oh  sure,  thought  I,  he  '11  find  it  out, 

The  angry  man  will  come, 
And  I  shall  never  see  mamma, 

And  never  more  go  home. 

They  '11  tie  a  rope  about  my  neck, 

They  '11  hang  me  up  on  high, 
And  leave  the  little,  wicked  thief 

To  hang  there  till  lie  die. 


70  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


Away  I  ran,  in  this  sad  fright, 

Fast  down  the  nearest  lane ; 
And  then  I  stopped  and  looked  behind, 

Then  screamed,  and  ran  again. 

Trembling,  at  last  I  reached  my  home, 
And  straight  I  went  to  bed, — 

But,  oh !  in  such  a  shocking  plight 
That  I  was  almost  dead. 

No  rest  nor  comfort  could  I  take, 

And  not  a  wink  of  sleep  ; 
All  I  could  do  was  toss  and  turn 

From  side  to  side  and  weep. 

But  what  was  worst  of  all,  mamma, 

I  could  not  say  my  prayers  ; 
And  then  I  thought  my  heart  would  burst, 

For  I  was  drowned  in  tears. 

For  sure,  I  cried,  God  will  not  hear 

A  child  so  wicked  pray ; 
I  dare  not  hope  he  '11  let  me  live 

To  see  another  day. 

Thus  did  I  weep  till  morning  dawned, 

And  yet  found  no  relief; 
For,  oh!  what  comfort  can  there  be 

For  such  a  wicked  thief  ? 


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MOTHER. 

Go,  my  poor,  wretched,  guilty  child, 

Go,  take  the  top  you  stole 
And  give  it  to  the  man  you  wronged, 

And  own  to  him  the  whole. 

Then,  on  your  knees  before  your  God, 
Confess  how  vile  you  've  been ; 

Beg  him  to  pardon  and  forgive 
This  great  and  dreadful  sin. 

And  never  while  you  live,  again 

To  such  a  deed  consent, 
Lest  God  should  take  away  your  life 

Before  you  could  repent. 


dolly's    NAME. 

My  Dolly's  name, — 
What  shall  it  be? 

I  want  a  pretty  one, 
Let 's  see  ;  — 

There  's  Bessie,  Jessie, 
Bell,  and  Nell ; 

Well,  I  think 

I  '11  call  her  Bell ! 


WEE- WEE      SONG  S. 


Is 


COOKING,    IN    OLD     TIMES. 
No  little  girl  or  boy  hath  guessed 

The  process  or  the  art 
By  which  the  early  Indians  dressed 

And  cut  their  meat  apart ; 
Since  neither  knife,  nor  spoon,  nor  fork, 
Had  they  to  aid  them  in  their  work. 

A  piece  of  flint  or  sharpened  shell, 
The  place  of  knife  supplied, 

And  answered  every  purpose  well, 
To  free  it  from  the  hide,  — 

To  clear  the  entrails,  scrape  the  hair, 

And  make  the  carcass  clean  and  fair. 

Then  in  the  earth  a  pit  was  made, 

To  hold  the  fish  or  game, 
There,  stones  at  sides  and  bottom  laid, 

An  oven  it  became ; 
No  better  did  their  wants  require, 
And  here  they  lighted  up  a  fire. 

From  this,  when  gained  sufficient  heat, 
The  glowing  coals  were  dug, 

And  here  the  squaw  laid  in  her  meat, 
With  leaves  encompassed  snug; 

With  heated  stones  'twas  covered  up 

Till  time  to  breakfast,  dine,  or  sup. 


74  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

And  how,  without  a  pot  to  boil, 
Was  taught  by  Indian  wit ; 

A  stone  was  sought,  and  mighty  toil 
A  hollow  made  in  it ; 

And  water  got  its  warmth  alone, 

From  heated  pebbles  in  it  thrown. 

Then  other  pebbles,  burning  hot, 
Kept  up  the  boiling  heat, 

And  in  this  strangely-fashioned  pot 
Was  placed  the  hunter's  meat ; 

Not  over  nice,  but  then,  I  'm  sure, 

The  Indian  was  no  epicure. 

Fresh  fish,  well  broiled  on  embers  red, 

The  Indians  often  saw ; 
And  shell-fish,  from  their  rocky  bed, 

Were  eaten  roast  or  raw. 
Thus  the  Good  Spirit  kindly  gave 
His  bounteous  store  to  Indian  brave. 


SUCCOTASH. 
Though  many  viands  Indians  prized  — 
If  served  to  people  civilized, 

Would  cause  disdainful  smile  ; 
Yet  one  nice  dish  of  times  by-gone, 
The  succotash,  or  beans  and  corn, 

When  cooked  in  Indian  style, 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  75 

To  some,  is  thought  a  greater  treat 
Than  all  the  choicest  joints  of  meat 

An  epicure  might  choose  ; 
Poultry  and  game  may  both  abound 
Where  this  delicious  dish  is  found, 

I  would  all  else  refuse. 

Give  me  no  fish,  nor  barbecue ; 
Pate-de-fois,  and  oysters,  too, 

Salads  and  sauces  rich, 
May  tempt  an  epicure  to  roam, 
But  I  had  rather  dine  at  home, 

On  this,  my  favorite  dish. 

In  early  days,  the  bell  would  sound, 
Then  olive  plants  would  gather  round, 

As  fast  as  they  were  able, 
As  soon  as  beans  and  corn  were  seen 
"Within  the  goodly-sized  tureen, 

In  centre  of  the  table. 

We  oft  recall  those  happy  times, 
'Mid  varied  scenes,  in  distant  climes, 

And  memory  lingers  round, 
And  brings  to  our  enraptured  view 
That  blessed  home  —  the  garden,  too, 

Where  beans  and  corn  abound. 


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WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


And  beans  and  corn  do  still  abound, 
And  succotash  is  often  found 

Within  our  early  home ; 
With  grateful  hearts  to  God  above, 
We   often   gather   there   in   love 

Too  soon  again  to  roam. 


CLOSE      OF     THE     DAY. 

'Tis  twilight,  and  the  glorious  sun 
Hath  left  his  place  on  high ; 

And  evening  shadows  have  begun 
To  steal  along  the  sky. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  77 

The  swallow  leaves  the  fields  of  air, 

The  busy  bee  the  flower ; 
And  farmers  hasten  home  to  share 

The  quiet  of  the  hour. 

Tho'  small  in  size,  the  cricket  tries 
His  voice  so  shrill  and  strong, 

And  many  a  frog,  from  pond  and  bog, 
Sends  forth  its  croaking  song. 

Now  we  will  call  the  children  dear 

To  rest  their  wearied  limbs, 
And,  as  the  time  for  bed  draws  near, 

We  '11  hear  their  evening  hymns. 

And  then,  Aunt  Avis  must  not  fail 

To  bring  her  stock  of  verse, 
For  in  sweet  rhyme  a  pleasant  tale 

She  can  for  us  rehearse. 

And  often,  at  the  close  of  day, 
We  '11  think  of  this  kind  friend, 

And  ask  for  some  instructive  lay, 
Which  she  has  sweetly  penned. 


How  pleasant  it  seems 
To  hear  mamma  say, 

You  've  been  very  good, 
My  darling,  to-day. 


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WONDERFUL     INSTINCT     OF     THE     ANT. 

We  visit  an  ant-hill,  dear  children,  to-day. 

Come,    witness    the    instinct    these    creatures 

display ; 

"  Consider  their  ways  and  be  wise  ;  " 

Thus  spoke  a  wise  king,  in  the  Proverbs,  you 

know, 
And  though  we  're  no  sluggards,  I  think  if  we 
go 
"We  '11  find  a  rich  feast  for  our  eyes. 

One  square  foot  of  earth,  though  to   us   very 

small, 
To  the  ant  is  a  kingdom.     Each  house  has  a 

hall, 
With  chambers  and  passages  lined  ; 
And  thousands  of  homes  in  one  square   foot  of 

ground, 
With  swarms  of  these  insects   are  frequently 

found, 
And  such  a  one  now  we  will  find. 

The    ants'    mode    of    building   we    first    will 

explain  — 
The  earth  being  moistened   with  dew  or  with 

rain, 
Large  swarms  of  these  insects  will  meet ; 


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Each,  one  takes  a  grain  that  you  scarcely  could 

see, 
And  kneads  it  and  moulds  it  as  nice  as  can  be, 
Then  pats  it  down  smooth  with  its  feet. 

These    diligent    builders    thus    work    at   their 

trade, 
Till    hundreds    and    thousands    of  houses    are 
made 
Beneath  all  these  little  mud  balls  ; 
In  these  tiny  ant-hills  we  see  above  ground 
Small  buildings  of  full  twenty  stories  are  found, 
Supported  by  pillars  and  walls. 

What  wonderful  instinct  these  creatures  display 
In  the  care  of  their  young  on  a  damp  rainy  day, 

As  they  run  from  one  room  to  another  ! 
And   up    stairs    and    down    stairs    they  hasten 

again, 
As  each  little  ant,  to  be  kept  from  the  rain, 

Must  be  carried  up  stairs  by  its  mother. 

When   the    clouds    are   dispersed,   again    they 

must  run, 
These  delicate  ants  could  not  bear  the  hot  sun  ; 

And  their  mothers  immediately  go 
To  move  their  dear  children  a  few  stories  lower, 


80  WEE-WEE     SONGS. 

And  find  them  a  room  upon  the  ground  floor, 
And  give  them  their  supper  below. 

Who  teaches  the  ant  her  food  to  prepare, 
And  store  it  in  cells  with  such  diligent  care, 

That  she  all  their  wants  may  supply  ? 
'T  is  God,  my  dear  child  ;  he  provides  for  them 

all, 
And  each  little  insect,  though  ever  so  small, 

Is  still  in  the  reach  of  his  eye. 

The  same  tender  parent  who  watches  o'er  you, 
Has  guided  the  ant  the  whole  summer  through, 

And  taught  her  her  food  to  prepare ; 
And  when  wintry  frosts  have  quite  covered  the 

ground, 
The  ant  with  her  family  safely  is  found, 

Still  guarded  and  kept  by  his  care. 


LITTLE     EDDIE. 

The  roving  eye  might  vainly  seek 

A  fairer  to  behold, 
Than  little  Eddie's  rosy  cheek, 

"When  he  was  eight  years  old. 

And  those  who  love  a  merry  glance, 
No  brighter  eye  had  seen, 


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Nor  lighter  limb  to  skip  and  dance, 
In  meadow  or  in  green. 

But  Edward's  charms  of  better  kind, 

"With,  more  delight  I  praise, 
For  sweet  and  gentle  was  his  mind, 

And  pleasant  all  his  ways. 

No  angry  passions,  fierce  and  wild, 

No  evil  thought  or  plan, 
Had  place  in  this  beloved  child, 

Throughout  his  little  span. 

In  health  and  strength  he  grew,  till  came 

His  ninth  revolving  year, 
Then  sickness  seized  his  little  frame, 

And  suffering  most  severe. 

For  many  a  month  upon  his  bed, 
His  feverish  hands  were  laid, 

Nor  could  he  raise  his  aching  head 
Without  his  mother's  aid. 

Yet  patient  lay  the  little  boy, 

And  no  repining  word, 
Or  fretful  wish  for  other's  joy, 

From  Edward's  lip  was  heard. 


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Though  gentle  summer  came  and  strewed 
Fresh  beauties  o'er  the  earth, 

He  went  not  to  the  field  or  wood 
To  share  his  playmates'  mirth. 

Though  winter,  from  the  frozen  north, 
Brought  ice  and  snow  along, 

Yet  little  Edward  went  not  forth 
To  join  the  merry  throng. 

The  rose  departed  from  his  cheek, 
The  brightness  from  his  eye, 

And  then  his  spirit  fled  to  seek 
Its  Father  in  the  sky ; 

Who,  in  his  love,  from  pain  and  strife 

Such  little  ones  doth  take, 
And  give  them  endless  light  and  life, 

For  our  Redeemer's  sake. 

His  body  to  the  earth  was  given, 

And  rests  beneath  the  sod, 
But  Eddie's  spirit  went  to  heaven, 

To  join  in  praising  God. 

Long  will  his  many  friends  approve 
His  manners,  sweet  and  mild, 

And  tell  his  innocence  and  love 
To  many  a  listening  child. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


83 


His  mother's  heart  the  sad,  the  sweet 
Remembrance  doth  employ, 

And  full  her  trust  in  heaven  to  meet 
Her  blessed  little  boy, 


FAITHFUL      FIDO. 
An  emblem  of  faithfulness 

Here  you  behold, 
As  Fido  is  carefully 

Guarding  the  gold. 

How  eager  he  watches 
For  danger  around  ; 

So,  true  to  your  trust, 
May  you  ever  be  found ! 


I 

84  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


LITTLE    MARY    AND     HER    WICKED 
FATHER. 

"What  shall  I  do?    What  shall  I   do?"  the 

wicked  father  said, 
As  in  agony  of  spirit  he  rose  up  from  his  bed, 
And  earnestly  entreated  his  wife  to  kneel  and 

pray ; 
Alas !     dear    Mary's    mother   had    ne'er    been 

taught  the  way. 

"  I  cannot  pray,  dear  husband,"  the  trembling 

wife  replied. 
"Oh,  then,  what  can  I  do  ?  "   in  bitterness  he 

cried. 
"  Perhaps,"  she  said,    (t  our   Mary  has   learned 

to  say  her  prayers, 
She  seems  so  good  and  holy."      He  hastened 

up  the  stairs 

Where   slept  that  young  disciple,   a  child  of 

seven  years ; 
Her  father  gently  woke  her,  then,  bursting  into 

tears, 
He  paid,    "  O,   can  you  pray,   my   child ;    has 

Jesus  taught  you  how  ? 
And  will  you  try  to  pray  for  your  poor  father, 

now  ? " 


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She    knelt,    put    up    her    little    hands,    "Our 

Father  up  in  heaven/' 
She  sweetly  said,   "for  Jesus'   sake,  let  father 

be  forgiven ; 
Have  mercy,  blessed  Savior,  wash  all  his  sins 

away, 
And  send  thy  Holy  Spirit  to  teach  him  how  to 

pray." 

That  father  rose  in  penitence,  sweet   thoughts 

within  him  stirred, 
A  yearning,  warm   desire  to  hear  from  God's 

own  Word 
Those  precious  truths  she  thus   had   lisped  in 

accents  sweet  and  mild ; 
He  placed  the  Bible  in  her  hand ;  "  Take  this 

and  read  my  child." 

She  read  the  holy  Book,  and,  at  that  midnight 

hour, 
God   sent    his   blessed   Spirit  to   seal  it  home 

with  power; 
Those   sweet  words   of  the   loving   John,  that 

"  all  who  look  may  live,"  * 
He  heard,  and   said,   "Dear   Mary,  can   Jesus 

now  forgive  ?  " 

•  John  iii  :  14, 15. 

a 


86  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

"  Oh  listen,  father !    '  God  so  loved/  he  sent 

his  only  Son, 
And  all  who  now  believe  on  that  dear,  blessed 

One, 
The  Lamb  of  God,  shall  never  die,  shall  have 

their  sins  forgiven, 
And  he  will  take  them  home  at  last,  to   dwell 

with  him  in  heaven." 

"  That  is  for  me  ! "  he  cried ;  "  for  sinners  just 

like  me ; 
I  will  look  up  to  Jesus  now,  —  Savior,  I  come 

to  thee  : 
I   hear  those  blessed  words,   e  Come   unto  me 

and  live ; ' 
I  can  believe,  —  I  do  believe  !  Dear  Jesus  now 

forgive." 

Yes,  look  to  Christ,  believing  one,  he  whispers 

now  you  may. 
He   heard,   and    went,    from   that    glad   hour, 

rejoicing  on  his  way. 


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SALLIE     M- 


I  knew  a  lass,  but  quite  too  long 
"Was  her  whole  name  to  weave  in  song, 
But,  lest  a  change  she  should  condemn, 
We  '11  only  call  her  Sarah  M . 

Now,  from  her  youth,  this  damsel's  mind 

Was  most  industriously  inclined  ; 

No  little  girl  could  sew,  or  hem, 

Or  stitch,  or  mend,  like  Sarah  M . 

Her  father  had  not  wealth  to  spare, 
And  many  children  claimed  his  care, 
So  little  Sarah  early  learned, 
That  her  own  living  must  be  earned. 

Yet  no  complaining  Sallie  made, 

That  she  must  work  while  others  played, 


88  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

But  set  about  with  right  good  will, 
The  task  her  fingers  should  fulfil. 

Though  aching  head  and  weary  sight 
Were  sometimes  hers,  her  heart  was  light, 
And  equal  was  her  well-earned  store, 
For  clothes  to  wear,  and  even  more. 

Thus,  while  from  day  to  day  she  drew 
Her  ready  needle  through  and  through, 
She  gained  far  more  than  worldly  pelf, 
She  learned  to  commune  with  herself. 

And  this  communion,  deep  and  still, 
Soon  led  her  heart  to  know  its  ill, 
And  ask  her  Maker  to  impart, 
For  Jesus'  sake,  a  holy  heart. 

Now,  had  she  spent  in  early  days, 
Her  time  in  idleness  and  plays, 
At  work  repining,  sought  her  joys 
"With  careless  girls  and  idle  boys  — 

Her  after  years  had  never  known 
The  independence  now  her  own  ; 
Perhaps  those  wasted  hours  had  even 
Dispelled  the   thoughts  which  turned  to 
heaven. 


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But  care  and  industry  are  found, 

With    heaven    and    earth's    best    blessing 

crown'd 
And  those  who  truly  value  them, 
Should  early  do  like  Sarah  M . 


THE    PROUD     GIRL. 

JANE. 
"What  makes  you  wear  that  muslin  dress, 

And  such  a  strong,  coarse  leather  shoe, 
With  cotton  stockings,  cambric  gloves, 

And  such  a  coarse  straw  bonnet,  too  ? 

See  here !  my  shoes  are  real  kid ; 

Just  look  at  them  —  see  how  they  shine  ; 
My  stocking  's  silk,  my  bonnet  's  new, 

And  only  see  the  straw,  how  fine ! 

Why,  I  should  fret  myself  to  death, 
If  I  were  dressed  as  mean  as  you ; 

I  always  cry  and  tease  mamma 
For  everything  I  see  that 's  new. 

MARY. 

What !    cry  and  tease  your  dear  mamma 
For  finery  ?     That  would  not  I ; 


90  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

I  would  not  grieve  her  for  the  world, 
And  she  would  grieve  to  see  me  cry. 

She  gives  me  everything  she  can, 
And  that  is  everything  I  want ; 

And  I  should  be  a  wicked  child, 

To  ask  for  more  than  she  could  grant. 

But,  Jane,  from  what  you  say  yourself, 
You  're  never  happy,  and  your  pride 

Is  such,  that,  with  this  finery, 
You  never  are  quite  satisfied. 

JANE. 

But  what  if  there  should  be  a  ball, 
And  you  should  have  a  chance  to  go, 

Where  every  one  is  richly  dressed, 
Would  you  appear  among  them  so  ? 

MART. 

A  ball !  I  never  went  to  one  ; 

I  do  not  care  for  scenes  so  gay; 
But  with  the  birds  and  trees  and  flowers, 

I  can  be  happy  any  day. 

When  dear  papa  comes  home  at  night, 
I  'm  joyous  as  a  little  bird, 

For,  after  tea,  he  always  tells 

Something  amusing  he  has  heard. 


"WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


91 


^>\l\*2^ 


You  ought  to  see  our  pleasant  home, 
Dear  Jennie,  then  you  would  not  say, 

That  I,  from  this  dear,  happy  group, 
Could  often  wish  to  be  away. 

Sometimes,  he  brings  us  home  a  book, 
Then,  after  supper,  down  we  sit, 

He  reads  to  us,  while  dear  mamma 
Takes  out  her  work  to  sew  or  knit. 


Then  he  will  read  some  wondrous  tale, 
How  mighty  nations  rose  and  fell, 

And  sometimes  lay  aside  the  book, 
And  some  amusing  story  tell. 


92  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

How  some  have  climbed  the  highest  hill, 
And  yet  have  murmur 'd  all  the  way, 

While  others  walk  along  the  vale, 
As  pleasant  as  a  summer's  day. 

"  My  children,"  he  will  often  say, 

c '  You  know  I  cannot  give  you  wealth  ; 

But  you  have  riches  dearer  far, 

And  these  are  innocence  and  health. 

"  While  thus  you  live  in  peace  and  love, 
Contented  with  the  blessings  given, 

And  grateful  to  your  God,  I  trust 

He  '11  fit  you  for  the  joys  of  heaven." 

Then,  ere  we  go  to  bed  at  night, 
We  kneel  together  while  he  prays 

That  God  would  fill  our  hearts  with  love, 
And  help  us  serve  him  all  our  days. 

But  see !  while  I  stand  talking  here, 
The  cars  are  in  —  papa  has  come  ! 

Now  you  may  go  and  dance  at  balls, 
But  I  '11  enjoy  myself  at  home. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  93 


willie's   feaes. 


PART    I. 

Willie  was  nicely  tucked  in  bed 
One  cold  December  night, 

When  he  began  to  scream  ' '  Mamma, 
Come  quick,  and  bring  a  light ! 

"  Oh,  I  'm  so  frightened,  dear  mamma ; 
What  is  that  noise  ?  Do  hark  ! 
Please  do  not  take  the  candle  off 
And  leave  me  in  the  dark." 

"  I  hear  no  noise,"  his  mother  said ; 
( '  What  makes  my  boy  so  silly  ? 
And  what  good  can  the  candle  do, 
My  darling  little  Willie  ? 

•'  Who  did  you  ask  to  care  for  you, 
When  you  knelt  down  to  pray, 
Before  I  put  you  into  bed, 
And  took  the  light  away  ? 

"  Remember,  love,  you  prayed  to  God, 
And  all  the  long  night  through, 
He  will  keep  watch  around  your  bed, 
And  take  good  care  of  you. 


94  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

"  What  could  it  be,  my  little  son, 
That  gave  you  such  a  fright  ? 
"When  you  are  safe  in  bed,  you  know, 
I  always  take  the  light." 

"  I  know  you  do,  but  Biddie  told 
A  story  yesterday 
That  frightened  me ;  please,  dear  mamma 
Don't  take  the  light  away." 

"  I  '11  leave  the  light  with  you  to-night ; 
Since  Biddie  was  so  silly ; 
Now  think,  my  dear,  your  Father  's  near, 
To  guard  his  little  Willie." 


WILLIE'S     FEARS. 

PART    II. 

MOTHER. 

Come,  Willie,  and  tell  me,  my  dear, 
What  made  you  so  foolish,  last  night ; 

I  am  waiting  this  morning  to  hear 
The  cause  of  your  terrible  fright. 

WILLIE. 

Biddie  said  that  a  wolf  would  come  out 
And  catch  me  if  I  was  not  good ; 

That  is  what  I  was  thinking  about 

When  I  screamed  just  as  loud  as  I  could. 


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MOTHER. 

And  where  would  a  wolf  come  from,  pray ; 

Biddy  could  not  find  one,  should  she  try. 
'T  was  a  wicked  thing  for  her  to  say,  — 

She  knew  she  was  telling  a  lie. 

Examine  your  chamber,  my  dear ; 

Look  carefully  round  before  night, 
And  if  you  can  find  a  wolf  here, 

I  will  certainly  leave  you  a  light. 

WILLIE. 

Mamma,  you  are  laughing  at  me, 

There  's  no  wolf  anywhere  to  be  found ; 

I  know  there  is  nothing  to  see 

If  I  take  all  the  day  to  look  round. 

MOTHER. 

Then  I  hope  you  will  not  be  afraid ; 

Now  tell  me,  my  son,  if  you  're  able, 
Of  what  mamma's  candles  are  made, 

You  see  one  stand  there  on  the  table. 

WILLIE. 

Of  tallow  and  cotton,  mamma  ; 

The  candles  are  run  in  a  mould. 
I  went  up  one  day  with  papa 

To  the  factory  where  they  are  sold. 


96  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

MOTHER. 

Can  tallow  and  cotton,  my  son, 

Protect  you  from  harm  thro'  the  night, 

When  into  a  mould  it  is  run, 
And  made  in  a  candle  to  light  ? 

WILLIE. 

The  candle  could  not  see  or  hear, 
And  I  '11  try  to  remember  to-night, 

That  God  my  kind  Father  is  near, 

Then,  mamma,  I  '11  not  ask  for  a  light. 


"CREATE   in    me   a    clean    heart, 
o   god!" 

Savior,  keep  me  near  thy  side, 
Take  my  hand  within  thine  own, 

I  would  be  thy  little  child, 
Leave  me  not  to  walk  alone. 

<(  Suffer  little  ones  to  come," 

Thou  didst  say,  when  here  on  earth ; 
Let  my  feet  no  longer  roam, 

I  wTould  know  thy  heavenly  birth. 

Take  my  wicked  heart  away, 
Make  me  holy  like  thy  Son; 

Leave  me  not  from  thee  to  stray, 
Leave  me  not  to  walk  alone. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS 


97 


THE     HELEN     MARIA. 

With  sails  all  set 
To  catch  the  breeze, 

This  noble  ship 

Now  ploughs  the  seas. 

May  God  in  safety 

Kindly  keep 
Our  loved  ones  while 

Upon  the  deep ! 


THE    YOUTHFUL     KING. 
How  much  God's  holy  Book  was  prized 

By  King  Josiah  in  his  youth ! 
At  eight  years  old  his  reign  began, 

When  no  one  served  the  Lord  in  truth. 


98  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

His  ancestors  were  wicked  men, 

And  walked  not  in  God's  holy  ways, 

But  filled  Jerusalem  with  sin, 

And  worshipped  idols  all  their  days. 

The  youthful  king  desired  to  know 
How  to  avoid  the  ways  of  sin  ; 

He  wished  to  live  as  David  did, 

And  have  his  heart  made  pure  within. 

Go  to  the  Book  of  Kings,  and  learn 

What  joy  he  felt  when  Shaphan  brought 

From  God's  high  priest  his  holy  law, 
And  how  he  had  his  people  taught 

That  precious  Book  to  understand, 
And  take  it  for  their  daily  guide ; 

To  love  the  Lord  with  all  their  hearts, 
And  serve  no  other  gods  beside. 

Make  thou  that  precious  Book,  O  Lord, 
A  light  to  guide  me  all  the  way ; 

May  it  direct  my  steps  at  night, 

And  safely  lead  me  through  the  day. 

I  love  to  read  those  precious  words, 
Sweet  truths  I  meet  on  every  page ; 

Oh,  may  they  be  my  hope  in  youth, 
And  my  support  in  hoary  age. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


99 


THE    LITTLE     BOY   S     REQUEST. 

Sent  to  the  Fulton  Street  Prayer  Meeting  in  the  summer  of  1858. 

I  am  a  little  boy  of  twelve,  and  always  tell  the 

truth ; 
O  pray  for  me,  that  I   may  love  the   Savior  in 

my  youth. 
Thus    from    the   sunny    South    that     precious 

message  came 
To  those  who  meet  in   Fulton  street  to  pray  in 
Jesus'  name. 

Dear  little  boy  in  Georgia,  oh  write  once  more, 

and  say 
That  you  "stand  up  for  Jesus,"  that  you  have 

found  the  way,  — 
The  narrow  way  that  leads  to   Heaven ;    then 

we  once  more  in  prayer 
Will    thank    our    heavenly    Father,  who    hath 

sweetly  brought  you  there. 


THE    INFANT     SAVIOR. 
CHILD. 

Mamma,  'tis  strange  that  God  most  high 
Could  come  to  earth  to  live  and  die ; 
'T  is  wonderful  that  he  could  be 
Just  such  a  little  child  as  me ! 


100 


WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


That  he  should  need  a  mother's  care, 
For  food  to  eat  and  clothes  to  wear ;  — 
How  did  the  Virgin  Mary  know 
That  he  was  Lord  of  all  below  ? 

MOTHER. 

His  coming,  Lillie,  was  foretold 
By  many  holy  men  of  old, 
And  angels  had  been  sent  to  tell 
That  this  dear  child  she  loved  so  well 

Should  be  her  Savior,  Christ  the  Lord, 
And  she  believed  his  precious  Word ; 
Mary  oft  pondered  in  her  heart 
Those  things  the  angels  did  impart. 

CHILD. 

How  could  they  be  so  very  poor, 
When  Christ  was  Lord  of  all  ?    I  'm  sure, 
I  should  have  thought  that  he  would  come 
To  live  in  some  delightful  home. 

He  could  have  had  the  sweetest  spot 
In  all  the  world,  —  why  did  he  not  ? 
Why  did  the  infant  Savior  lie 
In  a  poor  stable  ?     Tell  me  why 

He  did  not  have  a  home  like  ours, 
With  a  nice  garden,  full  of  flowers 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  101 

And  trees,  where  lovely  birds  should  sing, 
To  cheer  the  infant  Savior  King  ? 

MOTHER. 

When  Jesus  came  to  save  our  race, 
He  meant  to  show  such  wondrous  grace, 
That  rich  and  poor  alike  might  see 
He  condescends  their  Friend  to  be. 

The  poorest  child  may  never  fear 
To  pour  its  wants  into  his  ear, 
For  Jesus,  though  a  king  above, 
Looks  down  with  sympathy  and  love. 

He  knows  exactly  what  we  need, 
And  he  will  be  our  Friend  indeed, 
Will  kindly  listen  to  our  prayer, 
And  all  our  little  sorrows  share. 


THE    TWO     COUSINS. 
Two  wee-bit  cousins  went  out  to  ride, 
Their  carriages  rolling  side  by  side; 
The  air  was  not  damp,  or  chilly,  or  raw, 
But  as  bright  a  day  as  ever  you  saw. 

Two  prettier  babies  one  seldom  sees  ; 

Nurse  often  was  stopped  with  remarks  like  these 


102 


WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


"  What  beautiful  children  !  Whose  can  they  be  ? 
Do  stop  those  nurses  and  let  us  see !  " 

The  beauty  of  each  the  ladies  compare  : 
"  This  one  is  so  lovely !  do  see  how  fair 
Her  little  round  face,  so  plump  and  sweet ! 
I  must  kiss  the  child  though  it  is  in  the  street." 

"  No,  — her  little  cousin  is  prettier  far  ; 
I  like  a  brunette;  she  will  be  a  bright  star." 
The  nurses  move  on,  well  pleased,  I  fear, 
Such  flattering  remarks  from  the  ladies  to  hear. 

Had  they  seen  these  children  in  Water  street, 
In  ragged  garments  and  naked  feet, 
They  would  not  have  stopped  them  on  the  way, 
And  flattered  them  so,  I  think,  to-day. 


n 

r*  s     They  descry  '  «A> 

When  Trenton  Falls        I 


What  a  sight 


Y 


Meet  their  eve  ! 


WEE- WEE      SONGS 


103 


PRECIOUS    BIBLE. 
How  many  nations 

Ne'er  have  heard 
The  precious  truths 

Of  God's  own  Word  ; 

That  the  dear  Savior 

Came  to  die, 
That  we  might  dwell 

With  him  on  high. 

If  you  had  never 

Heard  of  God, 
Nor  ever  read 

His  Holy  Word, 


104  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

How  very  thankful 
You  would  be, 

A  copy  of  God's 
Book  to  see ! 

Then,  save  your  pennies, 
Children  dear, 

That  all,  these  precious 
Truths  may  hear. 


THE     SACRIFICE. 

How  hard  it  was  for  Abraham 
To  say,  God's  will  be  done, 

When  he  was  called  to  offer  up 
His  dear,  —  his  only  son. 

"  Take  Isaac,  now,  thine  only  son," 
(This  was  the  Lord's  command,) 

"  And  offer  him  a  sacrifice, 

To  die  by  thine  own  hand." 

But  Abraham  believed  that  God, 

His  Father,  always  knew 
Just  what  was  right,  and  could  not  toll 

Him  a  wrong  thing  to  do. 

He  did  not  stop  to  question  God, 
But  rose  at  early  dawn, 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  105 


Saddled  his  ass,  and  called  his  son, 
To  go  that  very  morn 

A  three  days  journey  to  a  spot 

Which  God  to  them  would  show  ; 

And  Isaac,  with  the  two  young  men, 
At  once  prepared  to  go. 

At  length  the  Mount  appeared  in  sight, 
And  Abraham  told  his  men, 
"  I  yonder  go  to  worship  God, 
And  will  come  back  again." 

Much  Isaac  wondered  what  it  meant, 

But  he  obeyed  his  sire, 
And  took  the  wood  upon  his  arms, 

To  build  his  funeral  pyre. 

Upon  the  mountain  now  they  stand, 
And  Isaac  meekly  cries, 
"  Behold  the  fire  and  wood  !  but  where  's 
The  lamb  for  sacrifice  ?  " 

When  they  had  reached  Moriah's  top, 

The  father  told  his  son,  — 
And  Isaac  willingly  was  bound, 

That  God's  will  might  be  done. 


106  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

Upon  the  altar,  then,  the  wood 

Was  all  in  order  laid, 
And  Abraham  took  the  knife  in  hand,  — 

That  knife  with  naked  blade. 

Then  quick  an  angel  of  the  Lord 
Was  sent  from  heaven  above, 

To  gladden  faithful  Abraham's  heart 
With  these  sweet  words  of  love. 

"  Lay  not  thy  hand  upon  the  lad, 
For  now,  indeed,  I  see 
Thou  fearest  God,  nor  hast  withheld 
Thine  only  son  from  me. 

"And  now  in  blessing  I  will  bless 
Thee  and  thy  numerous  seed ; 
All  those  who  have  thy  simple  faith 
Shall  be  my  friends  *  indeed. 

"  When  I  shall  give  mine  only  Son 
To  die  on  Calvary, 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain, 
Thine  offspring  he  shall  be." 

And  has  "  Our  Father  "  sent  his  Son, 
His  only  Son,  from  heaven 

To  die  for  us  that  we  might  live 
And  have  our  sins  forgiven  ? 

*  "  The  seed  of  Abraham  my  friend." — Isaiah,  xli :  8. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  107 

Lord,  help  me,  then,  to  read  thy  Word, 

Believing  all  it  saith  ; 
For  I  may  be  a  friend  of  God, 

If  I  have  Abraham's  faith. 


"remember    the  sabbath    day, 
to    keep    it    holy." 

I  love  the  Sabbath  day, 

Of  all  the  days  the  best ; 
Thy  sacred  hours  are  sweet  to  me, 

Oh,  day  of  holy  rest ! 

I  love  the  Sabbath  bell, 

It  says,  "  Do  not  delay  ; 
Hasten,  dear  children,  from  your  homes ; 

Come,  worship  God  to-day. 

I  love  the  Sabbath  School ; 

Oft,  as  I  take  my  seat, 
I  pray  that  early  I  may  learn 

To  sit  at  Jesus'  feet. 

Oh,  blessed  Sabbath  day, 
Thou  best  of  all  the  seven  ; 

Thy  precious  hours  I  would  improve, 
To  fit  my  soul  for  heaven  ! 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  109 

CHARLIE     AND      HIS      YOUTHFUL 
TEACHER. 

"  Come,  now,  my  dear  boy,  confess  what  you  've 
done, 

To  your  loving,  kind  Father  on  high  ; 
You  cannot  conceal  from  the  All-seeing  One 

The  fact  that  you  're  telling  a  lie." 

So    said    the    young    teacher    of    Birmingham 
school, 

To  Charlie,  when  no  one  was  nigh ; 
She  grieved  that  her  pupil  had  broken  a  rule, 

Still  more  that  he  'd  told  her  a  lie. 

His  face,  once  so  joyous,  was  then  very  sad, 
His  heart  was  too  full  to  reply, 

As  Miss  Mary  pressed  home  on  the  dear  little  lad 
The  fact  of  his  telling  a  lie. 

i(  Oh  come,  now  in  penitence  tell  me,  dear  boy, 
The  whole  truth,  and  then  we  will  try 

And  ask  the  dear  Savior  his  grace  to  employ, 
To  guard  you  from  telling  a  lie." 

But,    though    the    child   wore    a    sad    look    of 
distress, 


110  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


No  penitent  tear  dimm'd  his  eye ; 
All    arguments     failed;  —  Charlie    would    not 
confess 
That  he  had  been  telling  a  lie. 

The  teacher  stood  there,  with  her  heart  raised 
in  prayer 

To  One  whom  she  felt  ever  nigh ; 
Oh  how  could  she  bear  that  her  pupil  should  dare 

To  grieve  him  by  telling  a  he. 

"Dear    Father,    I    know  not  what    course    to 
pursue  ; 
Oh  guide  me/'  she  said,  with  a  sigh  ; 
"  I  am  young  and  too   helpless  to   know  what 
to  do 
With  a  child  who  is  telling  a  lie. 

"  Leave  not  this  dear  child  to  perish,  I  pray, 
Oh  listen,  and  hear  my  sad  cry ! 

What  more  can  I  say  ?    I  must  send  him  away, 
He  will  not  repent  of  this  lie." 

A  change  soon  was  wrought,  when  Miss  Mary 
was  taught 
By  God,  her  kind  Father  on  high, 
That  his  Word  must  be  brought,  and  thence 
must  be  sought 
His  threatenings  to  those  who  will  lie. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  Ill 

Charlie  reads  of  trie  joys  of  the  ransomed  above, 
And  learns  that  this  home  in  the  sky 

Forever  is  closed  by  our  Father  in  love, 
From  those  who  on  earth  learn  to  lie. 

To  that  Heavenly  City,  so  good  and  so  fair, 
The  Lamb  will  a  welcome  deny, 

And  no  little  child  can  e'er  hope  to  go  there, 
"Who  loveth  and  maketh  a  lie."* 

The  Bible  has  conquered !     The  teacher  with 

j°y 

Sees  that  tears  are  now  filling  his  eye, 
She  kneels  and  implores  for  her  penitent  boy 
Forgiveness  for  telling  a  lie. 


THE     SAILOR     AND     THE     MONKEYS, 

Once,  in  the  hope  of  honest  gain 

From  Afric's  golden  store, 
A  brisk  young  sailor  cross'd  the  main, 

And  landed  on  her  shore. 

And  leaving  soon  the  sultry  strand, 

Where  his  fair  vessel  lay, 
He  travell'd  o'er  the  neighboring  land, 

To  trade  in  peaceful  way. 

*  Kev.  xxii:  15. 


112  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

Full  many  a  toy  had  he  to  sell, 

And  caps  of  scarlet  dye, 
All  such  things  as  he  knew  full  well, 

Would  please  the  native's  eye. 

But  as  he  travell'd  through  the  woods, 

He  longed  to  take  a  nap, 
And  opening  there  his  pack  of  goods, 

Took  out  a  scarlet  cap, 

And  drew  it  on  his  head,  thereby 
To  shield  him  from  the  sun, 

Then  soundly  slept,  nor  thought  an  eye 
Had  seen  what  he  had  done. 

But  many  a  monkey  dwelling  there, 
Though  hidden  from  his  view, 

Had  closely  watched  the  whole  affair, 
And  longed  to  do  so  too. 

And  while  he  slept  did  each  one  seize 

A  cap  to  deck  his  brows, 
Then  climbing  up  the  highest  trees, 

Sat  chattering  on  the  boughs. 

The  sailor  wak'd,  his  caps  were  gone, 
And  loud  and  long  he  grieves, 

Till,  looking  up  with  heart  forlorn, 
He  spied  at  once  the  thieves. 


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With  cap  of  red  upon  each  head, 

Full  fifty  faces  grim, 
The  sailor  sees  amid  the  trees, 

With  eyes  all  fixed  on  him. 

He  brandish'd  quick  a  mighty  stick, 
But  could  not  reach  their  bower, 

Nor  yet  could  stone,  for  every  one 
Was  far  beyond  his  power. 

Alas  !  he  thought,  I  've  safely  brought 

My  caps  far  over  seas, 
But  could  not  guess  it  was  to  dress 

Such  little  rogues  as  these. 

Then  quickly  down  he  threw  his  own, 
And  loud  in  anger  cried, 
"  Take  this  one  too,  you  thievish  crew, 
Since  you  have  all  beside." 

But,  quick  as  thought  the  caps  were  caught 
From  every  monkey's  crown, 

And,  like  himself,  each  little  elf 
Threw  his  directly  down. 

He  then  with  ease  did  gather  these, 

And  in  his  pack  did  bind, 
Then  through  the  woods  convey'd  his  goods 

And  sold  them  to  his  mind. 


114 


WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


THE     MORNING     WALK. 

The  sun  is  up,  the  air  is  clear, 

The  flowers  are  blooming  all  around, 

The  dew-drops  glitter  on  the  grass, 
And  pretty  daisies  deck  the  ground. 

How  sweet  it  is  to  go  abroad, 

And  breathe  this  lovely  morning  air, 

So  fragrant  with  perfume  of  flowers, 
While  everything  seems  fresh  and  fair. 

The  busy  insects  flitting  round, 
The  warbling  birds  on  every  tree, 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  115 

Each  blade  of  grass,  each  opening  flower, 
All  seem  to  speak,  great  God,  of  thee. 

Dear  Father,  thou  hast  kindly  kept 
Thy  child  from  danger  all  the  night, 

And  now,  my  heart  is  filled  with  joy, 
As  I  behold  the  morning  light. 

And  I  would  speak  of  all  thy  love ; 

Oh,  fill  my  heart  with  grateful  praise, 
And  may  I  for  these  bounteous  gifts, 

Both  love  and  serve  thee  all  my  days. 

STRAWBERRY    GIRL. 
EMILY. 
Mamma,  do  hear  Eliza  cry ! 

She  wants  a  piece  of  cake,  I  know, 
She  will  not  stir  to  school  without ; 
Do  give  her  some,  and  let  her  go. 

MOTHER. 

Oh  no,  my  dear,  that  will  not  do, 
She  has  behaved  extremely  ill ; 

She  does  not  think  of  minding  me, 
And  tries  to  gain  her  stubborn  will. 

This  morning,  when  she  had  her  milk, 
She  gave  her  spoon  a  sudden  twirl 


116  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


And  threw  it  all  upon  the  floor ; 
Oh,  she  's  a  naughty,  wicked  girl ! 

And  now,  forsooth,  she  cries  for  cake, 
But  that,  my  dear,  I  must  refuse, 

For  children  never  should  object 
To  eating  what  their  parents  choose. 

That  pretty  little  girl  who  came 

To  sell  the  strawberries  here  to-day, 

Would  have  been  very  glad  to  eat 
What  my  Eliza  threw  away ; 

Because  her  parents  are  so  poor 

That  they  have  neither  milk  nor  meat, 

But  gruel  and  some  Indian  cake 
Is  all  the  children  have  to  eat. 

They  have  beside  three  little  girls, — 
Mary  's  the  oldest  of  them  all,  — 

And  hard  enough  she  has  to  work 

To  help  the  rest,  though  she  's  so  small. 

As  soon  as  strawberries  are  ripe, 
She  picks  all  day  and  will  not  stop 

To  play,  nor  eat  a  single  one 
Till  she  has  filled  her  basket  up. 

Then  down  she  comes  to  sell  them  all, 
And  lays  the  money  up  to  buy 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  117 


Her  stockings  and  her  shoes  to  wear 

When  cold  and  wintry  storms  are  nigh. 

Then  Mary  has  to  trudge  away, 

And  gather  wood  thro'  piles  of  snow, 

To  keep  the  little  children  warm, 

When  the  frost  bites  and  cold  winds  blow. 

Oh,  then,  as  she  comes  home  at  night, 
Hungry  and  tired,  with  cold  benumb'd, 

How  would  she  jump  to  find  a  bowl 
Of  bread  and  milk  all  nicely  crumb'd. 

But  she,  dear  child,  has  no  such  thing ; 

Of  gruel  and  some  Indian  cake, 
Whether  she  chooses  it  or  not, 

Poor  Mary  must  her  supper  make. 

And  now,  my  child,  will  you  behave 

So  ill  again  another  day, 
Be  cross,  and  pout,  and  cry  for  cake, 

And  throw  your  breakfast  all  away  ? 

ELIZA. 

Oh  never,  never,  dear  mamma, 
T  'm  sorry  that  T  gave  you  pain ; 

Forgive  me,  and  I  never  will 
Be  such  a  naughty  girl  again. 


118 


WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


ENVY. 
MELINDA. 

I  wish  I  had  a  coach,  mamma ; 

0,  how  I  should  delight  to  ride, 
Like  Jennie  Wright,  where'er  I  pleased, 

And  have  a  servant  at  my  side. 

The  other  day.  as  Ann  and  I 

Were  walking  down  the  meadow  lane, 
With  John  and  Mary  Anna  Smith, 

Who  should  go  by  but  little  Jane ! 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  119 

The  man  drove  slow,  that  Miss  might  view 
The  charming  prospect  all  around ; 

How  proud  she  felt  that  she  could  ride, 
While  we  were  walking  on  the  ground ! 

We  all  ran  off  and  left  the  coach, 

But  while  we  gathered  flowers  for  you, 

Mamma,  the  servant  followed  us, 

For  Miss  must  have  some  daisies  too. 

She  seemed  resolved  to  let  us  know 

That  she  could  have  just  what  she  pleased, 

Then  the  new  coach  whirled  off,  and  so 
I  really  hope  her  mind  was  eased. 

What  was  it,  ma,  that  vexed  me  so 
And  spoiled  the  pleasure  of  the  day  ? 

I  should  have  had  a  charming  walk 
If  that  old  coach  had  kept  away. 

MOTHER. 

'T  was  envy,  child,  an  odious  sin, 

That  springs  from  ignorance  and  pride ; 

You  grieved  to  see  another  taste 
Enjoyments  to  yourself  denied. 

That  little  Miss  you  envied  so 

Lived  six  long  months  in  constant  pain, 


120  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

Then  the  disorder  seized  her  feet, 
And  she  will  never  walk  asrain. 

I  chanced  to  be  at  Mr.  Wright's 

That  very  day,  when  Jane  came  home ; 

Her  brother  took  her  in  his  arms, 

And  brought  her  sobbing  to  the  room. 

Her  mother  tenderly  enquired 

What  made  her  weep.   "  Alas  !  "  she  cried, 
"  Why,  mother,  will  you  urge  your  child 

To  seek  for  pleasure  in  a  ride  ? 

"  At  first,  I  looked  with  some  delight 

On  the  sweet  fields  so  green  and  gay, 
When  happy  children  passed  along, 
As  merry  as  the  birds  in  May. 

"  They  laughed,   they    jumped,  they   climbed 
the  hedge, 
For  flowers  their  pretty  wreaths  to  twine, 
And  then  they  wandered  through  the  fields, 
To  gather  blackberries  from  the  vine. 


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"  I  wept,  that  with  such  joyous  sports 
I  never  more  could  take  a  part ; 
Kind  Peter  saw  how  sad  I  felt, 

And  tried  to  cheer  my  heavy  heart. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  1£1 

' '  He  brought  me  berries  from  the  vine, 
He  gathered  daisies  nice  and  sweet ; 
But  on  the  flowers  I  could  not  look, 
The  blackberries  I  could  not  eat. 

et  Oh,  turn,  I  said,  and  drive  me  home, 
Each  object  gives  my  heart  a  pain, 
And  let  me  in  my  chamber  hide, 
And  never  see  a  coach  again." 

Now,  dear  Melinda,  do  you  wish 

That  you  was  Jennie  Wright,  to  ride 

In  a  new  coach  whene'er  you  please, 
And  have  a  servant  at  your  side  ? 

MELINDA. 

Oh,  no,  indeed ;  for  now,  mamma, 
I  see  how  wicked  I  have  been ; 

You  spoke  most  truly  when  you  said 
That  envy  was  an  odious  sin. 

Poor  Jennie  Wright !  how  very  strange 
That  I  should  think  her  proud  or  vain ; 

Plow  wicked  and  unkind  it  was 
For  me  to  envy  little  Jane. 

I  shall  feel  thankful  I  can  walk 

Whene'er  I  chance  a  coach  to  meet ; 

Nor  envy  those  again  who  ride, 
So  long  as  I  can  use  my  feet. 


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WEE-WEE      SONGS.  123 

REMEMBER    THE    POOR. 

"The  poor  ye  have  always  with  you,  and  when  ye  will  ye  may  do 
them  good." — [Words  of  Jesus. 

God's  blessing  on  those 
Who  remember  the  poor  ! 

If  I  had  been  born 

In  the  Five  Points,  I  'm  sure 

I  should  have  been  grateful 
For  work  and  for  food  ; 

And  this  House  of  Industry 
Must  do  them  great  good. 

Our  hearts  should  be  filled 

With  pity  for  those 
Who  suffer  in  winter 

For  want  of  warm  clothes. 

Who  suffer  with  hunger 
For  want  of  nice  bread, 

While  we  from  God's  bounty 
Are  constantly  fed. 

Then  let  us  remember 

How  much  they  endure,  — 

Those  dear  little  children 
So  wretched  and  poor, 


124  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

And  do  what  we  can 

To  provide  them  with  food, 

For  all  our  spare  pennies 
Would  do  them  great  good. 


HOLIDAY     GIFT. 
MOTHER. 

My  children,  I  am  glad  to  see 

Your  holidays  have  come  ; 
For  much  it  does  delight  my  heart 

To  see  you  all  at  home. 

And  that  you  have  behaved  so  well, 

Gives  me  still  greater  joy  ; 
For  greatly  does  your  happiness 

Your  mother's  thoughts  employ. 

The  promise  that  I  gave  you  all 

Most  strictly  I  regard, 
And  dearly  do  I  love  to  give 

My  children  their  reward. 

So  here  is  a  guinea,  Charles,  for  you, 

To  buy  that  pretty  sword, 
Which,  when  you  asked  me  for  last  spring, 

I  could  not  then  afford. 

And,  Emma,  one  for  you  and  Ann, 
Between  you  to  divide ; 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  125 


As  Charles  is  older  than  yourselves, 
I  hope  you  're  satisfied. 

EMMA. 

Oh  yes,  mamma,  'tis  quite  enough, 
We  could  not  wish  for  more  ; 

We  never  in  our  lives  have  had 
One  half  as  much  before. 

CHARLES. 

Mamma,  you  seem  to  be  perplexed 
With  some  unpleasant  care ; 

You  smile,  but  then  't  is  not  the  smile 
That  I  have  seen  you  wear. 

Pray,  tell  me  is  it  anything 

That  I  have  said  or  done  ? 
I  hope,  mamma,  I  never  shall 

Be  an  ungrateful  son. 

MOTHER. 

Oh,  no,  my  child  ;   you  ever  have 

Been  dutiful  and  kind, 
But  still,  there  is  a  circumstance 

That  has  perplexed  my  mind. 

You  know  that  worthy  family 
That  lived  up  on  the  hill,  — 
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]  26  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

Poor  Mr.  Smith,  the  clever  man, 
That  used  to  tend  the  mill. 

Last  spring,  his  wife  and  little  ones 
Were  very  sick,  you  know ; 

When  they  recovered,  he  was  seized, 
And  died  a  week  ago. 

This  very  morning,  Mrs.  Smith 

Came  here  to  ask  relief; 
Poor  woman  !  she  looked  pale  and  thin, 

And  overwhelmed  with  grief. 

"  Dear  madam,  I  am  grieved  to  come 
And  trouble  you,"  she  said ; 

u  But  new  afflictions  seem  to  fall 
In  torrents  on  my  head. 

"  Some  time  before  my  husband  died, 
We  owed  a  quarter's  rent, 
He  laid  it  up,  and  would,  no  doubt, 
Have  paid  it  —  every  cent. 

"  But  when  our  earnings  all  were  stopp'd, 
And  we  so  long  were  ill, 
I  was  obliged  to  take  it  all, 
To  pay  the  doctor's  bill. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  127 


"  This  very  morn  our  landlord  came, 
And  sternly  bade  me  pay ; 
I  told  him  all,  and  begged  he  'd  wait 
A  little  longer  day. 

"  '  Wait  longer  ?    No,  indeed  I  wont ; 
Too  long  I  have  waited  now ; 
So  pay,  or  you  '11  march  out  of  doors, 
And  I  shall  take  your  cow.'  " 

The  widow  wept,  and  then  she  said, 
"  I  am  willing  to  be  poor,  — 

But  yet  to  lose  my  only  cow 
Seems  too'  much  to  endure." 

CHARLES. 

Here,  take  this  money,  ma,  and  pay 

As  far  as  it  will  go ; 
I  had  rather  never  have  a  sword 

Than  she  should  suffer  so. 

EMMA    AND    ANN. 

And  ours,  mamma  ;  do  take  it  all, 

To  pay  that  cruel  man  ; 
And  pray  make  haste  before  he  comes 

To  frighten  them  again. 

MOTHER. 

Come  to  my  arms,  my  precious  ones. 
I  only  meant  to  see 


128 


WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


Whether  vo-ur  little  hearts  were  warmed 

if 

With  sweet  humanity. 

I  '11  take  your  money  for  this  debt,  — 

And  never  did  I  pay 
A  sum  away  with  such  delight, 

As  I  shall  do  this  day. 

Come,  then,  my  children,  let  us  go ; 

It  is  a  bless'd  employ 
To  cheer  the  widow's  heart  and  fill 

The  fatherless  with  joy. 


Oh,  do  not  neglect 

Your  practice,  my  dear ; 
Papa  will  expect 

Some  good  music  to  hear  ; 
For  he  has  been  absent 

Almost  a  whole  year. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


129 


NURSERY     CIIILDREN    NEEDING     HOMES. 

"  Two  orphan  children,  under  five, 
With  pleasant,  sunny  faces, 
Brother  and  sister,  much  attached, 
Are  candidates  for  (  places.'  ': 

Thus  writes  a  lady  from  the  Home  ; 
And  Fred  has  asked  papa, 


130  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

To  take  them  both,  and  let  them  live 
With  him  and  dear  mamma. 

Papa  replies :  "  My  dear,  I  think 
We  Ve  boys  enough  already  ; 

But  we  will  take  the  little  girl  — 
A  play-mate  for  our  Freddy." 

O,  must  these  little  orphans  part  ? 

What  will  the  poor  boy  do  ? 
He  hesitates  a  moment,  then 

He  says,  "  we  '11  take  the  two  ! 

"  For  't  would  be  very  hard,  to  part 
The  sister  from  her  brother ; 
Poor  little  friendless  ones,  who  now 
So  dearly  love  each  other. 

"  Mamma  will  not  consent,  I  'm  sure, 
These  orphans  thus  to  part, 
There  's  room  enough  to  hold  them  both, 
In  her  warm,  loving  heart." 

Fred  runs  at  once  to  ask  mamma, 

If  she  will  be  a  mother 
To  this  dear  little  girl  and  boy  — 

The  sister  and  the  brother. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  131 

She  prays  her  Savior,  then,  to  guide, 

And  teach  her  what  to  do  ; 
Fred  soon  returns  to  tell  papa,  — 
"  Yes  ;  we  must  take  the  two !  " 

For  while  she  knelt  in  earnest  prayer, 

The  Savior  seemed  to  say, 
In  sweetest  accents  to  her  heart, 
"  Work,  while  't  is  called  to-day. 

u  Take  these  dear  little  orphans  home  — 
Go,  feed  these  lambs  for  me, 
And  I  will  care  for  you  and  yours, 
I  will  your  Savior  be." 

Oh,  will  not  other  parents  hear, 

The  Savior  sweetly  plead, 
For  my  sake,  take  these  orphans  home, 

And  be  my  friends  indeed. 


ALMIRA    AND     MINNIE. 

MOTHER. 
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Almira,  go  and  get  your  work, 
And  sit  with  me,  my  dear ; 

And,  Minnie,  you  may  read  to  us, 
We  will  with  pleasure  hear. 

Two  little  misses  thus  employed 
Is  a  delightful  sight ; 


132  WEE-WEE     SONGS. 

Then  after  tea  the  time  's  your  own, 
And  you  may  play  till  night. 

Minnie,  why  do  you  look  displeased  ? 

Do  n't  you  approve  my  plan  ? 
Well,  alter  it  yourself,  my  dear ; 

Improve  it  if  you  can. 

MINNIE. 

I  'm  tired  of  sitting  here  alone, 

Mamma,  with  only  you ; 
I  'm  tired  of  work,  indeed  I  am, 

I  'm  tired  of  reading,  too. 

And  only  just  Almira  here, 

And  Fido  now  to  play ; 
If  I  'd  my  will  I  'd  go  abroad 

Most  gladly  every  day. 

MOTHER. 

Minnie,  do  you  know  Peggy  Hill, 

That  little,  modest  child, 
Who  sometimes  comes  on  errands  here  ? 

She  lives  with  Mrs.  Wild. 

She  came  the  other  day  when  you 
Was  sitting  here  with  me  ; 

Almira  sewed,  you  had  a  book, 
And  read  quite  prettily. 


WEE-WEE     SONG'S.  133 


She  tried  to  do  her  errand  twice  ; 

But  when  she  came  to  speak, 
I  saw  her  turn  aside  and  wipe 

A  tear  from  off  her  cheek. 

I  thought  it  strange,  and  led  her  out ; 
"  What  ails  you,  child,"  said  I ; 
"  Pray  have  you  hurt  yourself,  or  what 
Can  thus  have  made  you  cry  ?  " 

"  Oh,  no,"  she  said,  "  I  am  not  hurt ; 
I  am  to  blame,  I  fear; 
But  such  a  tender  sight  as  this 
Will  always  force  a  tear. 

"  For  I  had  tender  parents  once,  — 
Affectionate  and  kind ; 
But  they  are  dead  ;  they  both  have  gone, 
And  left  their  child  behind. 

"  I  had  a  little  sister,  too, 
And  many  a  pleasant  day 
We  with  our  mother  worked  and  read 
The  cheerful  hours  away. 

"  But  when  we  lost  our  parents,  ma'am, 
Our  living  all  was  fled ; 
And  we  were  placed  in  strangers*  hands, 
To  earn  our  daily  bread. 

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134  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

u  My  sister  could  not  long  support 
The  hardship  of  her  fate  ; 
She  left  this  miserable  world 
And  sought  a  happier  state. 

"  Since  then  I  have  mourn'd  my  heavy  lot ,* 
Alone,  without  relief,  — 
I  have  no  friend  to  pity  me 
Or  listen  to  my  grief. 

"  My  mistress  lives  in  wealth  and  ease, 
From  want  and  sorrow  free ; 
She  never  knew  what  labor  was, 
Nor  can  she  feel  for  me. 

"  I  work  from  morn  till  night,  and  try 
To  please  her  all  the  while, 
And  think  sometimes  I  'd  give  the  world 
Just  for  one  pleasant  smile. 

"But  every  day  I  give  offence, 
In  spite  of  all  my  care  ; 
And  cruel  words  from  day  to  day, 
It  is  my  lot  to  bear." 

MINNIE. 

Oh,  how  I  pity  Peggy  Hill ! 
Her  case  is  sad  indeed ; 


WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


135 


I  'm  thankful  for  my  happy  home,  — 
Dear  mother,  let  me  read. 

And  let  Almira  get  her  work  ;  — 

Fido,  you  run  away 
Till  after  tea,  then  on  the  green 

We  '11  run,  and  jump,  and  play. 


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136  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

THE     INDIAN     AND      THE     PLANTER. 

By  the  door  of  his  house  a  planter  stood, 

In  fair  Virginia's  clime, 
When  the  setting  sun  had  tinged  the  wood 

With  its  golden  hue  sublime. 

The  lands  of  this  planter  were  broadly  spread, 

He  lacked  not  gold  or  gear, 
And  his  house  had  plenty  of  meat  and  bread 

To  make  them  goodly  cheer. 

An  Indian  came  from  the  forest  deep, 

A  hunter  in  weary  plight, 
Who  in  humble  accents  asked  to  sleep 

'Neath  the  planter's  roof  that  night. 

To  the  Indian's  need  he  took  no  heed, 

But  forbade  his  longer  stay ; 
"  Then  give  me,"  he  said,  "  but  a  crust  of  bread, 

And  I  '11  travel  on  my  way." 

In  wrath  the  planter  this  denied, 

Forgetting  the  golden  rule  ; 
"Then  give  me,  for  mercy's  sake,"  he  cried, 

"  A  cup  of  water  cool. 

"All  day  I  have  travell'd  o'er  fen  and  bog, 
In  chase  of  the  bounding  deer  ;  " 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  137 

"  Away,"  cried  the  planter,  "  you  Indian  dog, 
For  you  shall  have  nothing  here." 

The  Indian  turned  to  his  distant  home, 

Though  hungry  and  travel  sore, 
And  the  planter  enter'd  his  goodly  dome, 

Nor  thought  of  the  Indian  more. 

When  the  leaves  were  sere,  to  chase  the  deer, 

This  self  same  planter  went, 
And  bewildered  stood,  in  a  dismal  wood, 

When  the  day  was  fully  spent. 

He  had  lost  his  way  in  the  chase  that  day, 

And  in  vain  to  find  it  tried, 
When  a  glimmering  light  fell  on  his  sight, 

From  a  wigwam  close  beside. 

He  thither  ran,  and  a  savage  man 

Received  him  as  a  guest ; 
He  brought  him  cheer,  the  flesh  of  deer, 

And  gave  him  of  the  best. 

Then  kindly  spread  for  the  white  man's  bed, 

His  softest  skins  beside, 
And  at  break  of  day,  through  the  forest  way, 

Went  forth  to  be  his  guide. 

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138  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

At  the  forest's  verge,  did  the  planter  urge, 

His  service  to  have  paid, 
But  the  savage  bold  refused  his  gold, 

And  thus  to  the  white  man  said : 

"  I  came  of  late  to  the  white  man's  gate, 

And  weary  and  faint  was  1, 
Yet  neither  meat,  nor  water  sweet, 

Did  the  Indian's  wants  supply. 

"  Again  should  he  come  to  the  white  man's  home 

My  service  let  him  pay, 
Nor  say,  again  to  the  fainting  man, 

You  c  Indian  dog,  away  ! '  " 


THE    INDIAN    AND  THE    BASKET.* 

Among  Rhode  Island's  early  sons, 
Was  one  whose  orchards  fair, 

By  plenteous  and  well-flavored  fruit, 
Rewarded  all  his  care. 

For  household  use  they  stored  the  best, 

And  all  the  rest  conveyed 
To  neighboring  mill,  were  ground  and  press'd, 

And  into  cider  made. 


*This    circumstance  actually  occurred  as  related,    soon    after  the 
settlement  of  Rhode  Island,  at  a  farm  house,  still  in  good  preservation. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  139 

The  wandering  Indian  oft  partook 
The  generous  farmer's  cheer  ; 

He  liked  his  food,  but  better  still 
His  cider  fine  and  clear. 

And  as  he  quaff 'd  the  pleasant  draught, 

The  kitchen  fire  before, 
He  longed  for  some  to  carry  home, 

And  asked  for  more  and  more. 

The  farmer  saw  a  basket  new 

Beside  the  Indian  bold, 
And  smiling  said,  "  I  '11  give  to  you 

As  much  as  that  will  hold." 

Both  laughed,  for  how  could  liquid  thing 

Within  a  basket  stay  ; 
But  yet  the  jest  unanswering, 

The  Indian  went  his  way, 

When  next  from  rest  the  farmer  sprung, 

So  very  cold  the  morn, 
The  icicles  like  diamonds  hung 

On  every  spray  and  thorn. 

The  brook  that  babbled  by  his  door 
Was  deep,  and  clear,  and  strong, 

And  yet  unfettered  by  the  frost, 
Leaped  merrily  along. 


140  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

The  self-same  Indian  by  this  brook. 
The  astonished  farmer  sees  ; 

He  laid  his  basket  in  the  stream, 
Then  hung  it  up  to  freeze. 

And  by  this  process  oft  renewed, 
The  basket  soon  became 

A  well-glazed  vessel,  tight  and  good, 
Of  most  capacious  frame. 

The  door  he  entered  speedily, 

And  claim'd  the  promis'd  boon, 

The  farmer,  laughing  heartily, 
Fulfilled  his  promise  soon. 

Up  to  the  basket's  brim  he  saw 
The  sparkling  cider  rise, 

And  to  rejoice  his  absent  squaw, 
He  bore  away  the  prize. 

Long  lived  the  good  man  at  the  farm, 
The  house  is  standing  still, 

And  still  leaps  merrily  along, 
The  much  diminished  rill. 

And  his  descendants  still  remain, 
And  tell  to  those  who  ask  it, 

The  story  they  have  often  heard 
About  the  Indian's  basket. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS 


141 


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GRANDMAMMA   S     STORY. 

Oil,  tell  some  tales  of  ancient  times, 
Dear  grandmamma,  again ; 

"When  you  was  young  as  we  are  now, 
Said  little  Mary  Jane. 


14£  WEE-'WTEE     SONGS. 

She  raised  her  mild  blue  eyes,  and  said, 

I  have  a  tale  to  tell, 
Which  once  I  read,  when  I  was  young, 

And  now  remember  well. 

My  mother  bought  the  book  for  me, 
And  brought  it  home  one  day, 

When  I  had  been  a  naughty  girl, 
And  passionate  at  play. 

Although  the  tale  was  very  sad, 

I  tell  it  now,  that  you 
May  see  what  very  wicked  things, 

An  angry  child  may  do. 

grandmamma's    story    of    the    blind 

CHILD. 

Some  ladies  once  agreed  with  me, 
To  give  our  little  ones  a  sail ; 

The  day  was  fine,  the  summer  wind 
Just  blew  a  soft  and  pleasant  gale. 

We  stepped  on  board  a  pleasure  boat, 
With  gayest  colors  painted  o'er, 

And  in  the  bosom  of  the  stream, 
We  sweetly  sailed  along  the  shore. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  143 

Our  children  could  not  keep  their  seats, 
But  every  sportive  girl  and  boy, 

With  hearts  as  cheerful  as  the  day, 
Did  skip  about  the  deck  for  joy ; 

Except  one  pretty  little  girl, 

Who  sat  alone  with  downcast  eye, 

And  now  and  then  I  saw  a  tear, 

And  thought  I  heard  a  broken  sigh. 

I  wondered  much  that  one  so  young, 
Should  seem  so  pensively  inclined, 

And  asked  her  mother  what  it  meant ; 
"  Alas !  "  said  she,  "  the  child  is  blind. 

"One  day,  I  never  shall  forget, 

She  and  her  brother  were  at  play ; 
Something  she  said  offended  him, 
And  so  they  had  a  childish  fray. 

"  She  turned  her  head  and  gave  a  look, 
'T  was  half  a  smile  and  half  grimace  ; 
His  temper  rose,  —  he  caught  a  fork 
And  threw  it  in  his  sister's  face. 

"  It  struck  her  eye,  the  blood  gushed  out, 
He  screamed,  and  turn'd  as  pale  as  death  ; 
Oh,  never  shall  my  memory  lose 

That  dreadful  scene  while  I  have  breath. 


144  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


u  For  three  long,  melancholy  months, 
We  kept  her  in  a  darkened  room, 
With  a  close  bandage  round  her  eyes, 
Where  not  a  ray  of  light  could  come. 

"  The  doctors  tried  their  utmost  skill 
To  keep  her  sight,  but  all  in  vain ; 
At  length  the  wounded  eyes  were  healed, 
But  she  will  never  see  again. 

u  Her  brother's  heart  is  almost  broke ; 
'  Oh,  Harriet,'   he  often  cries, 
'  If  I  was  owner  of  the  world, 
I  'd  give  it  to  restore  your  eyes. 

"  '  But  you  will  laugh  and  play  no  more, 
Nor  your  dear  parents'  faces  see, 
ISTor  trees,  nor  fields,  nor  blooming  flowers, 
And  never  will  you  look  on  me. 

"  '  Oh,  wretched,  miserable  boy  ! 

What  has  my  wicked  temper  done  ; 
I  've  shut  my  dear,  dear  sister's  eyes 
Forever  from  the  cheerful  sun !  "' 

This  story,  children,  made  me  feel 
How  very  wicked  I  had  been ; 

To  lose  my  temper  when  at  play, 
I  felt  to  be  a  grievous  sin. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  145 

And  now,  my  dears,  said  grandmamma, 
May  this  sad  tale  I  've  told  to-day 

Lead  you  to  guard  your  hearts  with  care, 
And  ne'er  be  angry  when  at  play. 


BLACKBERRY     GIRL. 
PART    II. 

Part  I.  in  "  Songs  for  Little  Ones  at  Home." 

"  What  have  you  in  that  basket,  child  ?  " 
"  They    are    blackberries,   Miss,   all   picked 

to-day  ; 
They  're  very  nice,  and  fully  ripe  ;  — 
Do  look  at  them,  and  taste  them,  pray." 

"  Oh,  yes,  they  are  very  nice  indeed ! 

Here  's  four-pence,  that  will  buy  a  few, 
Not  quite  so  many  as  I  could  eat ; 
However,  I  must  make  them  do." 

"  No,  Miss ;  but  you  must  take  the  whole." 
"  I  can't,  indeed,  my  money  's  spent ; 
I  should  be  glad  to  buy  them  all, 
But  I  have  not  another  cent. 

"  And  if  you  had  a  thousand,  Miss, 
I  'd  not  accept  of  one  from  you  ; 

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146  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

Pray  take  them !  they  are  all  your  own, 
And  take  the  little  basket,  too. 

"  Have  you  forgot  that  little  girl 
You  last  year  gave  a  bonnet  to  ? 
You  may,  perhaps,  but  ever  will 
That  little  girl  remember  you. 

"  For  ever  since  I  've  been  to  church,  — 
And  much  do  I  delight  to  go,  — 
For  there  I  learned  the  way  to  heaven, 
Which  I  so  long  had  wished  to  know. 

"  One  day  I  thought  within  myself, 
That  pretty  basket  Billy  wove 
I  '11  fill  with  fruit  for  that  dear  Miss, 
For  sure  't  will  be  a  work  of  love. 

(i  And  so,  this  morning,  up  I  rose, 

"While  yet  the  fields  were  wet  with  dew, 
And  picked  the  nicest  I  could  find, 

And  brought  them  fresh  and  sweet  to  you. 

"  I  know  the  gift  is  small,  indeed, 
For  such  a  lady  to  receive ; 
But  yet,  I  hope  you  '11  not  refuse 
All  that  poor  Phebe  has  to  give." 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  147 

SUPPER     FOR      THE     ROBINS. 
These  dear  little  birdies 

Will  not  fly  away ; 
They  come  for  their  breakfast 
And  supper  each  day. 

They  come  in  the  morning, 

At  noon,  and  at  night, 
And  always  are  welcomed 

With  greatest  delight. 

And  crumbs  in  abundance 

They  always  have  found 
Just  under  the  window, 

Spread  out  on  the  ground. 

Now  Minnie  and  Ella 

Are  watching  to  see 
Their  dear  little  robins 

Come  clown  from  the  tree, 

Where  they  have  been  warbling 

A  beautiful  lay, 
To  charm  the  dear  children 

At  close  of  the  day. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  149 

BREAKFAST      FOR     THE     ROBINS. 

When  supper  is  over, 

The  birds  fly  away, 
And  sing  a  new  song 

At  dawn  of  the  day. 

These  sweet  little  robins 

Such  lovely  notes  raise, 
They  seem  to  be  singing 

Their  Creator's  praise. 

Awake,  little  Minnie! 

Come,  Ella,  arise ! 
The  sun  is  beginning 

His  course  in  the  skies. 

Your  birdies  already 

Are  waiting  for  you 
To  give  them  their  breakfast ; 

Now  what  will  you  do? 

They  rouse  from  their  slumbers, 
Then  kneel  down  to  pray ;  — 

Thus  Minnie  and  Ella 
Begin  the  new  day. 

Before  their  own  breakfast 
Is  ready,  they  go 

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150  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

To  see  if  the  robins 
Are  waiting  below. 

And  there  one  dear  songster 
Is  sure  to  be  found 

As  soon  as  his  breakfast 
Is  spread  on  the  ground. 


THE     WIDOW      OF     ZAEEPHATH. 
No  rain  had  descended,  the  fountains  were  dry, 

The  streamlets  no  water  afford ; 
No    clouds,    thick    and    heavy,    bespoke    a 

supply, 
When  a  voice  to  Elijah  descends  from  on  high, 
And  spoke  the  commands  of  the  Lord. 

Arise,  O  Elijah  !    to  Zion  repair, 

Awhile  in  Zarephath  remain ; 
A  poor   widow   woman   will  welcome  thee 

there, 
To  thee  of  her  little  a  portion  will  spare, 

And  with  food  and  with  water  sustain. 

The  Prophet  arose  at  the  heav'nly  desire, 

His  steps  to  Zarephath  he  bound, 
When  lo  !  the  poor  widow  in  humble  attire, 
And  busied  with  gathering  sticks  for  her  fire, 
At  the  gates  of  the  city  he  found. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  151 

He  said;  "  I  have  travelled  a  wearisome  way ; 

From  Cherith  to-day  I  have  hied  ; 
I  have  passed  by  no  fountain  my  thirst  to 

allay, 
Then  fetch  me  a  draught  of  cold  water,  I  pray, 

Lest  I  perish  with  thirst  at  thy  side." 

She    turned,   and    again    to    the    woman   he 

spoke, 
"  A  stranger  am  I  in  the  land, 
And  since  in  compassion  my  thirst  thou  wilt 

slake, 
Remember  I  also  am  hunger'd,  and  take 
A  morsel  of  bread  in  thy  hand." 

She  answered,   "As  liveth  thy  Maker   and 
Lord, 

No  bread  for  thy  hunger  have  I ; 
Of  oil  but  a  little  my  cruise  can  afford, 
But  an  handful  of  meal  in  my  barrel  is  stor'd, 

And  from  none  can  I  ask  a  supply. 

"  For  fuel  to  dress  this  small  portion,  to-day, 
To  the  gates  of  the  city  I  hie, 
And  now  with  these  sticks  I  return  on  my  way, 
That   my  son   and  myself  may  our  hunger 
allay, 
Then  calmly  resign  us  to  die." 


152  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

Then  answered  Elijah,  "  As  thou  hast  begun, 
Go  on  till  thy  home  shall  appear ; 

Make  cakes  of  thy  meal,  and  first  bake  for 
me  one, 

Then  after  another  for  thee  and  thy  son, 
And  your  hunger  allay  without  fear. 

"For  thus  saith  thy  Maker,  the  meal  shall  not 
waste, 
And  the  oil  in  the  cruise  shall  not  fail, 
But  thou  and  thy  household  his  bounty  shall 

taste, 
Till  the  day  when  his  wrath  and  his  anger  is 
past, 
And  showers  of  plenty  prevail." 

No  need  had  Elijah  the  words  to  repeat,  — 

To  the  house  of  the  widow  he  went ; 
Many  days  he  sojourned  in  the  quiet  retreat, 
And  she,  and  her  son,  and  the  prophet  did  eat, 
And  the  oil  and  the  meal  were  not  spent. 

Yet  more  would  you  hear   how  this  widow 
was  bless'd, 
How  her  son  from  the  dead  was  restored, 
Go    turn   to    the    Book   where  the   tale    is 
express'd, 
Of  Elijah,  beloved  of  the  Lord. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


153 


SKATING. 
Do  not  fear 

To  venture  out, 
Tho'  Jack  Frost 

May  be  about. 

Come,  enjoy 

This  bracing  air  ; 
Ice  is  solid 

Everywhere. 

It  is  safe 

To  skate  or  slide  ; 
See  how  swiftly 

Now  we  glide ! 

O'er  the  pond, 

All  together ;  — 
Oh,  what  healthy, 


Charming  weather ! 


154  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


TO     MY     INFANT     NEPHEW. 
Is  this  new  life  so  sweet  to  thee,  my  little  baby 

boy, 
That  thus  thy  minutes  seem  to  be  a  constant 

course  of  joy  ? 
I    gaze    upon   thy  laughing  face,   I    hear    thy 

joyous  tone, 
Till  the  glad  feeling  of  thy  heart  oft  passes  to 

my  own. 

No   titled   infant   for   whose    brow   a   coronet 

shines  fair 
Is  blest  with  better  health  than  thou  or  nursed 

with  tenderer  care  ; 
And  be  it  prince  or  peasant's  child,  the  station 

high  or  low, 
These  blessings  are  the  only  ones  its  earliest 

days  can  know. 

I  would  not  damp  thy  present  joy  with  tales  of 

future  care, 
Nor  paint  the  ills  of  life,  dear  boy,  which  thou 

must  feel  and  bear  ; 
The   early   dew   is   fair    to   view   although   it 

vanish  soon, 
And  lovely  is  the  morning  flower  that  withers 

when  'tis  noon. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  155 

Thy  heavenly  Father,  by  whose  will  a  living 

soul  is  thine, 
By  his    good    Spirit  visits    still   this    heritage 

divine, 
And  children  who  in  innocence  the  path  of  life 

hath  trod, 
Hear  often  in  their  tender  minds  the  indwelling 

voice  of  God. 

As  reason  dawns,  as  mind  expands,  in  childhood's 

opening  day, 
Thou  oft  wilt  hear  his  high  commands,  to  shun 

the  evil  way ; 
And  every  evil  thought  resigned  to  this  divine 

control, 
Will  bring  a  sweetness  to  thy  mind,  a  blessing 

to  thy  soul. 

Dear  as  thy  welfare  is  to  me,  I  cannot  frame  a 

thought, 
I  cannot  breathe  a  wish  for  thee  with  happiness 

more  fraught, 
Than  that  this  heavenly  Friend  may  prove  the 

Ruler  of  thy  way, 
And    thy    young    heart    incline    to    love,    to 
hearken,  and  obey. 


156 


WEE -WEE      SONGS. 


SLEEP,      LITTLE      BIRDIE  ! 

Hush,  little  birdie, 

I  '11  sing  you  a  song, 
One  that  is  sweet, 
And  not  very  long  ; 

Peep !  peep ! 
Go  to  sleep  ! 

Lullaby,  birdie ! 

While  taking  your  rest,  — 
Nothing  shall  harm  you, 
You  're  safe  in  your  nest. 
Peep !  peep ! 
Go  to  sleep ! 


THE     WOUNDED     FOOT. 

The  children  are  grieved,  for  the   poor  little 
boy 

Has  wounded  his  foot  with  a  thorn ; 
And  Willie  and  Fred  have  left  their  play, 

And  both  of  them  have  gone 

To  ask  mamma  to  run  to  the  spot, 

And  try  to  relieve  the  pain  ; 
She  will  help  the  dear  boy,  but  he  must  not 
run 

Without  stockings  and  shoes  again. 


158  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

little  ellen's   request. 

"  I  do  not  like  this  dress  of  mine/' 
Said  little  Ellen  to  her  mother ; 

(i  The  girls  at  school  are  dressed  so  fine,  — 
I  wish  that  I  could  have  another. 

"Do  buy  me  one  that 's  very  gay, 

And  a  new  bonnet  trimmed  with  lace,  — 
Unless  I  look  as  smart  as  they 
I  feel  ashamed  to  show  my  face." 

Her  mother  said,  i{  Ellen,  my  dear, 

Your  clothes,  I  'm  sure,  are  very  good  ; 

Nor  would  I  wish  you  to  appear 
So  fine  and  gaudy  if  you  could. 

"  I  try  to  dress  you  neat  and  plain, 
That  I  may  buy  you  useful  books  ; 
And  if  you  're  neither  proud  nor  vain, 
I  'm  sure  our  friends  will  like  your  looks. 

"  Whene'er  I  dress  you,  I  must  say, 

"Would  God  be  pleased  with  things  like 
these  ? 
For,  Ellen,  we  must  seek  each  day 
In  all  we  do  our  God  to  please. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  159 

MILKING     THE     COWS. 

'T  was  near  the  close  of  day,  yet  bright 

The  sun  shone  o'er  the  hill, 
And  pour'd  a  flood  of  golden  light 

On  every  object  still. 

With  hat  in  hand,  and  reeking  brows, 

Did  little  Thomas  come, 
For  he  had  helped  to  bring  the  cows 

From  distant  pasture  home. 

Now,  seated  on  the  gray  stone  wall 

Which  all  the  yard  surrounds, 
His  eye  attentive  noted  all 

That  passed  within  its  bounds. 

With  snow-white  pail,  the  dairy's  pride, 

Each  milker  seated  low, 
Rested  his  head  against  the  side 

Of  every  gentle  cow. 

From  Brown  and  Pied,  from  Black  and  Red, 
The  milk  with  care  was  drawn  ; 

But  Brindle  fiercely  shook  her  head 
And  raised  her  pointed  horn. 

Away  she  ran  ;  but  boy  and  man 
Soon  overtook  and  tied  her, 


160  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


And  sturdy  Ben,  to  milk  her  then, 
Sat  closely  down  beside  her. 

So !  So  !  they  cried,  stand  steady  now. 

But  all  would  not  avail, 
For  with  her  foot  the  restless  cow 

Soon  overthrew  the  pail. 

On  dirt  and  sward  the  milk  was  pour'd 
By  Brindle's  luckless  blow, 

And  in  a  pen  they  put  her  then 
Till  she  could  gentle  grow. 

The  rest  were  sent,  the  milking  done, 

To  graze  in  grassy  field, 
Till  summon'd  by  the  rising  sun 

Their  morning's  milk  to  yield. 


LOST     CHILD. 

In  Newport,  through  the  silent  street 

At  midnight  came  a  hum 
Of  voices  and  of  passing  feet, 

And  loudly-beaten  drum. 

A  child  was  lost,  —  none  could  be  found 

In  alley,  street,  or  lane ; 
His  friends  in  sorrow  searched  around, 

But  search  was  all  in  vain. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  161 

Though  many  a  lantern  lent  its  aid 

And  torches  beamed  on  high, 
In  vain  the  mournful  party  stray 'd 

Till  morning  lit  the  sky. 

Then  by  the  water's  side  they  came, 

And  there,  oh,  sad  to  say ! 
All  cold  and  wet,  his  lifeless  frame 

Upon  the  sea-weed  lay. 

That  morning,  when  he  strayed  from  home, 

Poor  little  Johnnie  plann'd 
Along  the  water's  edge  to  roam, 

Among  the  yellow  sand. 

And,  as  he  sported  free  from  care 

The  slippery  rocks  around, 
The  rising  tide  surprised  him  there, 

And  there  the  boy  was  drowned. 

They  bore  him  home,  a  mournful  sight, 

Then,  speedily  arrayed, 
His  little  form  in  spotless  white 

Was  in  a  coffin  laid. 

Next  came  his  friends,  a  mournful  band, 

To  form  the  funeral  throng, 
Where  many  children  hand  in  hand 

Walked  silently  along. 

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162  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

In  grave-yard  green  may  now  be  seen 
O'er  Johnnie's  grave  a  stone, 

And  letters  fair  engraven  there 
His  name  and  age  make  known. 


GOD,  THE  GREAT  CREATOR. 

"Dear    mother/'   one   morning   a  little  boy 

said, 
"  Pray  tell  me  by  whom  this  fine  country  was 
made ; 
At  home  in  our  town,  where  the  houses  are 

thick, 
I  know  how  they  make  them  of  timber  and 
brick. 

"  I  have  seen  how  the  mason  and  carpenter,  too, 
With  trowel  and  hammer  their  labors  pursue  ; 
But  not  half  so  fine  do  their  works  all  appear 
As  doth  the  fair  covering  that 's  everywhere 
here. 

"  How  lovely  this  grass  with  the  flowers  so  sweet ! 
Nor  do  I  remember  a  house  in  the  street 
So  high   as  that  tree  where   the   little  bird 

sings  ; 
Did  God,  dearest  mother,  make  all  these  fine 

things." 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  163 

"  He  did,  my  dear  boy,"  did  his  mother  reply ; 

"  Our  Father  in  heaven,  who  dwells  in  the  sky, 

Made  all  these  fine  things,  —  the  wide  earth 

and  seas, 
The  hills  and  the  mountains,  the  rocks  and 
the  trees. 

"  This  carpet  of  grass  with  its  blossoms  so  fair, 
The  beasts  of  the  wood  and  the  fowls  of  the 

air,  — 
All   my  dear  boy  has   seen   in   sunshine  or 

shade, 
His  heavenly  Father  in  kindness  has  made. 

"  And  life,  health,  and  strength  he   has  given 
to  thee, 
And  hearing,  and  eye-sight  these  beauties  to 

see ; 
O,  give  him  thine  heart,  then,  in  grief  and  in 

He  will  love  thee  and  make  thee  his  own 

little  boy; 
Will  guard  thee  in  safety  thro'  life,  and  will 

even 
Take  thee  with  him  to  dwell  in  his  beautiful 

heaven. 


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WEE-WEE      SONGS.  165 

TIBBY     AND     HER     KITTEN. 
Kit  has  not  a  sister, 

Nor  has  she  a  brother  ; 
And  she  is  the  darling 
Of  Tibby,  her  mother. 

She  stands  there  and  purrs 

With  motherly  pride, 
While  dear  little  kitty 

Is  close  by  her  side. 

T  'is  pleasant  to  watch  them  — 

Now  they  are  at  play, 
With  a  round  ball  between  them 

Just  rolling  away. 

If  puss  could  not  play 
'T  would  be  a  great  pity  ; 

'T  is  only  one  year 
Since  she  was  a  kitty. 

How  funny  it  seems, 

That  she  is  a  mother ; 
'Tis  only  one  year 

Since  she  and  her  brother 

Were  found  in  the  stable 
One  warm  summer  day, 


166 

WEE- WEE      SON  GS  . 

Where  old  Spot  had  hid  them 

So  snugly  away. 

Such  wee  bits  of  kitties 
You  never  did  see, 

And  one  was  for  Willie 
And  one  was  for  me. 

But  one  of  those  kitties 

Strayed  off  from  his  mother, 

Then  my  little  Tibby 
Had  no  more  a  brother. 

Now  she  and  old  Spot 
Scarce  notice  each  other, 

For  Tibby,  though  young, 
Is  now  a  fond  mother. 

While  grandmother  Spot 

Is  roaming  about 
Not  one  rat  or  mouse 

Will  dare  to  come  out. 

i 

And  Tibby  's  a  mouser,  — 
She  '11  soon  teach  her  kitty 

To  chase  them  about 
Without  any  pity. 

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WEE- WEE      SONGS.                     167 

Just  look  at  her  now, 

With  kit  at  her  side, 

And  see  how  she  watches 

With  motherly  pride 

Her  one  little  darling 

Who  has  not  a  brother 

Or  sister  to  share 

The  love  of  her  mother. 

Our  Father  has  taught  them 

To  care  for  each  other ; 

He  teaches  our  Tabby 

To  be  a  fond  mother. 

He  teaches  our  kitty 

To  gambol  and  play, 

And  cares  for  them  kindly 

By  night  and  by  day. 

Each  creature  that  lives 

And  moves  on  the  earth, 

Our  dear  heavenly  Father 

Has  kept  from  its  birth. 

And  he  loves  to  see  them 

So  joyous  and  gay, 

And  makes  them  so  happy 

They  all  love  to  play. 

168  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

I  'm  glad  that  they  have 
Such  love  for  each  other, 

I  'm  glad  that  my  kitty 

Does  love  her  dear  mother. 


HAPPY     CAT. 

In  eighteen  hundred  and  eighteen, 

In  pleasant  time  of  Spring, 
The  pretty  kitten  first  was  seen, 

Whose  history  I  sing. 

And  first  her  pedigree  to  tell,  — 

She  came,  I  understand, 
Of  parents  as  respectable 

As  any  in  the  land. 

Tib  she  was  always  called,  for  why? 

It  was  her  mother's  name, 
And  lively  was  the  kitten's  eye, 

And  active  was  her  frame. 

The  soft,  warm  coat  that  covered  her, 

Was  goodly  to  the  sight, 
For  spots  of  grey  and  yellow  fur 

Shone  'mid  the  milky  white. 

She  quickly  learned  both  rat  and  mouse 
To  combat  and  surprise, 


,  WEE- WEE      SONGS.  169 


For  these  abounded  in  the  house 
Where  first  Tib  oped  her  eyes. 

One  half  the  year  she  tarried  here, 

And  then  went  to  reside 
With  Mrs.  H.,  who  lived  quite  near, 

(Her  cat  had  lately  died.) 

There  play'd  she  many  a  youthful  trick, 
Which  gain'd  her  great  applause ; 

The  rolling  ball  she  'd  follow  quick, 
And  seize  between  her  paws. 

The  floating  feather  she  would  chase, 

And  with  a  spring  attain  ; 
Nor  buzzing  fly  could  rest  in  peace 

About  the  window  pane. 

But  one  mischievous  trick  of  puss 

I  mention  to  her  shame  ; 
To  see  the  mistress  of  the  house 

A  gentle  lady  came. 

Tib  saw  the  bonnet  of  the  guest 

Most  carefully  laid  down, 
Then  quickly  comes  to  take  her  rest 

Within  the  satin  crown. 

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170  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

Miss  Tibby's  head,  and  tail,  and  ears, 

Into  this  quiet  station 
Are  drawn,  and  not  a  hair  appears 

To  common  observation. 

At  length  the  lady  took  her  hat,  — 
And  how  they  all  did  stare 

And  laugh  to  see  a  sleeping  cat 
So  snugly  nestled  there. 

Six  years  rolled  smoothly  like  the  first, 

From  every  evil  free, 
And  many  a  kitten  had  she  nurs'd 

The  prettiest  that  could  be. 

A  most  unusual  sound  one  night 
Was  heard,  and  Tib  thereby 

Was  roused  at  once  from  slumbers  light, 
To  hear  a  baby  cry  ! 

No  sound  like  this  had  met  her  ears 

Within  that  ancient  dome 
In  all  the  many  quiet  years 

That  this  had  been  her  home. 

Straight  up  the  stairway  did  she  spring, 
And  there  beheld  the  elf,  — 

A  cunning,  little,  helpless  thing, 
No  bigger  than  herself. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


171 


Tib  loved  the  baby  from  that  day, 
And  oft  would  rub  her  head 

Against  him  in  a  friendly  way, 
Or  sit  beside  his  bed. 

When  puss  was  old,  the  baby  Tom 
Had  grown  a  stately  boy, 

And  since  her  feeble  days  had  come, 
He  would  his  time  employ 

In  nursing  the  poor,  feeble  cat, 
With  bread  and  milk  to  feed, 

Or  give  her  meat,  both  lean  and  fat, 
According  to  her  need. 


172  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


TIBBY   S     DEATH. 

It  now  becomes  us  to  relate 

The  time  of  Tibby's  death ; 
In  eighteen  hundred  and  twenty-eight 

She  drew  her  latest  breath. 
.  Old  age  and  slow  disease  conspired 

This  faithful  cat  to  slay, 
And  in  the  garden  she  expired, 

About  the  last  of  May. 

Her's  was  a  happy  life  indeed  ; 

So  quiet  and  secure, 
From  all  the  persecutions  freed 

That  many  cats  endure. 

Though  duly  fed  with  milk  and  bread, 

At  morn  and  evening,  too, 
No  man,  or  youth,  —  or  child,  in  truth, 

A  better  mouser  knew. 
The  closet  door  oft  stood  ajar, 

Each  shelf  with  viands  crown'd, 
Yet  not  the  worse  for  honest  puss 

Were  e'er  the  dishes  found. 

If  Tib,  a  cat,  such  praise  could  gain 

For  honest,  faithful  deed, 
Oh,  how  much  more  should  those  attain 

Who  think,  and  speak,  and  read. 


WEE-"WEE      SONGS. 


173 


SPRING. 
The    beautiful    spring-time,  —  the     beautiful 
spring, 
Has  come  with  its  treasure  of  flowers 


174  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


And  dear  robin  red-breasts  again  come  to  sing 
In  this  beautiful  garden  of  ours. 


Spring,    summer,  and   autumn,    and   winter,  I 
know, 
Each    in    turn    fill    our  hearts    with    great 
pleasure ; 
But    spring,   lovely  spring-time,  you    certainly 
bring 
The  greatest  abundance  of  treasure. 


up!    up!    away! 

At  dawn  of  the  day, 

When  I  'm  wishing  to  sleep, 
My  dear  little  birdie 
This  carol  will  keep, — 
Up!  Up!  Away! 
See  !   See  !  'T  is  day  ! 

At  dawn  of  the  day 

It  is  so  hard  to  wake ; 
But  I  '11  listen  and  hear, 
For  my  dear  birdie's  sake ; 
Up !  Up  !  you  '11  say, 
See  !  See  !  'T  is  day  ! 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  175 

THE     SABBATH     BREAKER. 
One  pleasant  morn,  o'er  hill  and  plain 

The  sunbeams  brightly  fell, 
And  loudly  o'er  the  steepled  fane 

Rung  out  the  Sabbath  bell. 

And  they  who  loved  the  day  of  rest, 
Went  forth  with  one  accord,  — 

Each  in  the  way  he  deemed  the  best, 
To  wait  upon  the  Lord. 

But  not  with  these,  in  lane  or  street. 

Was  Henry  seen  that  day ; 
He  had  not  learned  to  turn  his  feet 

To  wisdom's  pleasant  way. 

But  he  God's  holy  day  would  take 

With  wicked  boys  to  rove 
In  search  of  walnut  trees  to  shake 

Throughout  the  woody  grove. 

With  basket  o'er  his  shoulders  thrown, 

His  garments  soiled  and  torn, 
Young  Henry  sauntered  from  the  town 

This  pleasant  Sabbath  morn. 

His  widowed  mother,  sick  and  poor, 
Had  taught  him  better  things ; 


176  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

And  thus  to  see  him  leave  her  door, 
Her  heart  with  sorrow  wrings. 

She  tried  God's  holy  Book  to  heed, 

As  it  before  her  lay ; 
But  while  she  sought  the  words  to  read, 

Her  thoughts  were  far  away. 

The  sun  his  parting  radiance  shed,  — 
Each  hour  increased  her  care, 

When  stranger  steps  with  heavy  tread 
Came  up  her  narrow  stair. 

And  in  their  arms  her  son  they  bore, 

Insensible  and  pale, 
While  many  a  stain  of  crimson  gore 

Revealed  the  hapless  tale. 

He  'd  spent  the  day  amid  the  wood 

In  happiness  and  glee, 
And,  just  at  eve,  triumphant  stood 

Upon  a  lofty  tree. 

The  bough,  the  very  topmost  bough, 
Beneath  his  weight  gave  way, 

And  on  the  rocks  quite  senseless  now 
The  wretched  sufferer  lay. 

With  mangled  flesh,  and  laboring  breath, 
And  sadly  fractured  limb, 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  177 

For  many  a  week  he  lay  till  death. 
A  mercy  seemed  to  him. 

Yet,  ere  its  bonds  the  spirit  burst, 

Deep  penitence  was  given  ; 
And  thus,  for  Jesus'  sake,  we  trust, 

He  found  a  home  in  heaven. 


MY     SON,     GIVE    ME     THINE    HEART. 

Time  is  flying,  dearest  children, 
Come  and  give  your  hearts  away ; 

Come  to  Jesus  !    Come  to  Jesus  ! 
He  will  teach  you  how  to  pray. 

Time  is  flying  —  do  not  linger, 

Listen  to  his  voice  to-day ; 
Come  to  Jesus  !    Come  to  Jesus ! 

He  will  teach  you  how  to  pray. 

Time  is  flying  —  quickly  flying, 

Precious  one  do  not  delay, 
Come  to  Jesus  !    Come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  delights  to  hear  you  pray. 

Time  is  flying  now,  dear  children, 
Come  and  give  your  hearts  away ; 

Come  to  Jesus  !    Come  to  Jesus  ! 
He  will  teach  you  how  to  pray. 


178 


WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


VISIT     TO     THE     COUNTRY. 
A  little  boy  one  morning  rose, 

And  from  his  chamber  high, 
Saw  with  delight  the  sun  was  bright 

And  beautiful  the  sky. 

For  with  his  mother  and  his  aunt, 
That  day  full  well  he  knew 


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WEE- WEE      SONGS.  179 


Was  plaDiied  for  him  a  pleasant  jaunt 
Across  the  waters  blue. 

And  soon  from  head  to  foot  complete 

The  little  boy  was  dressed ; 
But  yet  no  breakfast  could  he  eat, 

So  full  of  joy  his  breast. 

Ere  ten  o'clock  their  trunks  were  packed, 

And  all  were  in  array, 
Nor  yet  a  piece  of  sake  they  lacked 

To  eat  upon  the  way. 

Oh,  had  you  seen  the  pretty  boat 

With  mast  and  sail  and  oar, 
In  which  the  happy  party  float 

The  peaceful  billows  o'er. 

By  pebbly  shore  and  island  green, 
Where  thick  the  bushes  grew, 

Each  little  girl  and  boy,  I  ween, 
Had  longed  to  be  there  too. 

But  soon  they  reached  the  island  where 

Their  cousin  kind  had  come 
With  greeting  fair  to  meet  them  there, 

And  take  them  to  his  home. 


180  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

His  good  brown  horse  drew  wagon  bright, 

In  which  was  room  enough, 
For  better  far  than  chaises  light 

Are  these  when  roads  are  rough. 

The  good  horse  trotted  with  his  load,  — 

The  whip  he  did  not  need, 
And  o'er  the  high  and  rugged  road 

Our  travellers  bore  with  speed. 

I  cannot  tell  each  charming  sight 

That  on  the  dear  boy's  view 
Arose  to  fill  him  with  delight, 

For  all  to  him  was  new. 

Here  swam  a  flock  of  gabbling  geese 

In  waters  bright  and  still, 
Nor  did  the  sheep  the  gambols  cease 

About  the  verdant  hill. 

The  cattle  from  their  grassy  meal 

Raised  up  a  heavy  eye, 
And  many  a  pig  sent  forth,  its  squeal 

As  rolled  the  wagon  by. 

And  now  the  house  appear'd  in  view 
That  they  should  tarry  in,  — 

Then  barking  out  the  house-dog  flew 
And  out  came  all  their  kin. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  181 

They  kindly  welcome  gave  each  guest, 
And  full  refreshment  brought ; 

Then  evening  came,  and  needful  rest 
Each  weary  traveller  sought. 


LITTLE    LYDIA    AND     THE    RAZOR. 

"  This  box  little  Lydia  may  put  in  its  place," 
Said  her  uncle,  "  for  I  am  quite  lame ; 

My  razor  is  nicely  shut  up  in  its  case, 
Be  careful,  my  dear,  of  the  same." 

But  Lydia  had  seen  this  razor  so  bright 
In  the  hands  of  her  uncle  display'd, 
And  when  she  was  once  fairly  out  of  his  sight, 
She  open'd  the  box,  and  saw  with  delight 
The  beautiful  handle  and  blade. 

She  met  her  young  sister ;  "  Dear  Abby,"  she  said, 

"  This  beautiful  thing  only  see  ; 
Sit  down  here  directly,  and  hold  up  your  head, 

I  '11  shave  you  as  nice  as  can  be." 

Her  sister  consented,  and  now  they  begin 
Their  dangerous  play  with  delight  ; 

But,lo !  the  first  stroke  brings  blood  from  her  chin, 
And  both  scream  aloud  with  affright. 

At  the  sound  of  these  voices  their  mother  appear'd 
And  well  might  such  figures  amaze  her ; 

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182  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

For  one  little  girl  was  with  blood  all  besmeared, 
The  other  was  holding  a  razor. 

Now  Abby  was  washed,  and  a  plaster  they  bring 
For  the  cut  on  her  face  most  befitting ; 

And  Lydia  was  told  what  a  terrible  thing, 
She  'd  been  on  the  point  of  committing. 

They  were  warned  for  the  future   such   play- 
things to  shun, 
And  I  trust  they  remember  their  warning ; 
For  I  've  heard  of  no  mischief  these   children 
have  done, 
Since  that  most  unfortunate  morning. 


NATURE    SPEAKS     OF     GOD. 
How  beautiful  this  world,  O  Lord ! 

On  every  side  thy  hand  I  see  ; 
The  earth  is  with  thy  bounties  stored, 

All  nature  seems  to  speak  of  thee ! 
Oh,  teach  a  little  child  to  know 
And  love  that  God  who  made  them  so ! 

Each  fowl  that  swiftly  wings  the  air, 
And  warbling  birds  on  every  tree, 

All  claim  our  heavenly  Father's  care, 
And  they,  too,  seem  to  speak  of  thee. 

Oh,  teach  a  little  child  to  know 

And  love  that  God  who  made  them  so ! 


WEE- WEE      SONGS. 


183 


The  air,  the  ocean,  and  the  land 
Are  full  of  life  as  they  can  be, 

And  all  from  thy  kind,  bounteous  hand 
Receive  supplies  of  food  from  thee. 

Oh,  teach  a  little  child  to  know 

That  glorious  God  who  loves  them  so ! 

And  thou,  my  Father,  dost  provide 
A  happy  home  and  friends  for  me  ; 

My  daily  wants  are  all  supplied, 
And  all  proceeds  alone  from  thee. 

Oh  teach  a  little  child  to  know 

That  glorious  God  who  loves  him  so ! 


184 


WEE- WEE     SONGS. 


BABY    HAS    GOT    A    TOOTH. 


"  Papa,  I  have  glorious  news  to  tell !  " 
Said  a  bright-eyed  little  boy, 
As  his  father  alighted  from  the  stage, 
And  greeted  his  son  with  joy. 


WEE-  WEE      SONGS. 


185 


They  had  rattled  away  in  the  stage  ail  day, 
Those  passengers  crowded  together, 

And  some  had  to  fret  because  it  was  wet, 
And  all  were  quite  tired  of  the  weather. 

But  now  shouts  of  laughter  arose  from  the 

stage, 
All  lost  their  ill-humor  in  truth, 
As  they  heard  that  dear  boy  tell  the  glorious 

news, 
"  Our  baby  has  just  got  a  tooth  !  " 


Ocean  steamers 

Come  and  go 
Very  frequently, 

You  know. 

Once  it  took 

A  month,  or  more, 
To  cross  the  sea 

From  shore  to  shore. 

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WEE- WEE      SONGS.  187 


BIBLE    STORIES    AND    HYMNS. 


Solomon's    choice. 

"  Be  strong,  and  shew  thyself  a  man !  " 
Said  David  to  his  youthful  son, 

"  I  die !  keep  thou  the  charge  from  God, 
And  in  his  ways  and  precepts  run !  " 

So  David  slept  —  and  Solomon 

Desired  to  do  just  what  was  right, 
And  God  spoke  to  him  in  a  dream, 
"  What  shall  I  give  thee  ?     Ask  to-night." 

"  Oh,  God,"  he  said,  "  Thou  hast  been  kind 
To  place  me  on  king  David's  throne ; 
Yet,  I  am  but  a  little  child, 
I  am  not  fit  to  go  alone. 

"  An  understanding  heart  I  want, 

To  guard  thine  Israel,  Lord,  from  sin  — 
This  mighty  people !     Teach  me,  Lord, 
How  to  go  out  —  how  to  come  in." 

"  Thy  choice  is  good  !  "  the  Lord  replied, 
"  An  understanding  heart  I  give  ; 
No  monarch  yet  has  ever  reigned 

So  well.     No  king  so  wise  shall  live." 


188  WEE- WEE      SONGS. 

"  'T  is  well  that  thou  hast  sought  this  thing, 
And  hast  not  asked  long  life  and  health, 
Riches  or  honors,  —  yet  I  give 

To  thee  and  thine  abundant  wealth !  " 

"  Ask  what  thou  wilt "  in  prayer,  dear  child 
God  promises  to  give  it  thee, 
And  shouldst  thou  heavenly  wisdom  seek, 
All  other  things  shall  added  be. 


SOLOMON   S      JUDGMENT. 

"  And  all  Israel  heard  of  the  judgment,  and  they  feared  King  Solomon, 
for  they  saw  that  the  wisdom  of  God  was  in  him." — Kings  iii:  28. 

No  King  e'er  reigned  like  Solomon, 

So  good  was  he  and  wise  ; 
When  distant  nations  heard  his  fame, 

It  filled  them  with  surprise. 

And  all  the  people  feared  to  do, 

Unjust  and  wicked  things  ; 
They  feared  the  secret  he  would  learn 

From  God  the  King  of  kings. 

For  they  all  knew  at  Gibeon, 

God  made  the  heart  rejoice, 
When  in  the  silence  of  the  night, 

He  made  that  happy  choice.  * 

*  Kings,  2d  chapter. 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  189 

And  asked  an  understanding  heart, — 

The  wisdom  he  should  need 
To  guide  the  people,  and  that  God 

Would  be  his  friend  indeed. 

They  knew  that  God  approv'd  his  choice, 

And  gave  him  such  a  name, 
For  wisdom  and  integrity, 

That  all  would  hear  his  fame. 

One  day  a  mother  came  to  him, 

To  claim  an  only  son, 
An  infant  only  nine  days  old, 

And  thus  in  tears  begun  : — 

"  My  lord,  O  king,  behold  and  see, 
This  woman  by  my  side  ! 
She  had  a  son  the  age  of  mine, 
But  in  the  night  he  died. 

"  No  one  was  with  us  in  the  house, 
So  she  was  not  afraid 
To  place  her  dead  child,  while  I  slept, 
Where  my  dear  boy  was  laid. 

"  And  when  I  woke,  at  early  dawn, 
To  nurse  my  little  son, 
I  thought  my  darling  dead,  but  soon 
I  saw  what  she  had  done." 


190  WEE-WEE     SONGS. 

"  It  is  not  so,"  the  woman  cried, 
"  The  dead  boy  let  her  bring, 
That  is  her  child,  the  living  one 
"Belongs  to  me,  O  king !  " 

"  Bring  in  a  sword  !  "  said  Solomon, 
"  Now  cut  the  child  in  two  ! 
We  '11  give  the  other  woman  half, 
One  half  belongs  to  you." 

Joyful  the  wicked  woman  spoke, 
"  But  half  the  babe  is  thine ; 
O  righteous  king  divide  the  boy, 
And  let  one  half  be  mine." 

Her  bowels  yearning  for  her  son, 
The  mother  quick  replied, 
"No,  take  the  living  child  for  thine, 
Give  me  the  one  that  died. 

"  0  king,  in  pity,  spare  my  boy, 
And  let  him  not  be  slain  ! 
Thy  handmaid  then  will  hasten  home, 
Nor  trouble  thee  again." 

"  In  nowise  slay  or  hurt  the  babe," 

King  Solomon  replied, 
'•  The  mother's  heart  shall  plead  for  her, 

Give  her  the  living  child !  " 


WEE-WEE      SONGS.  191 

Solomon's   wisdom. 

And  Solomon's  wisdom  excelled  the  wisdom  of  all  the  children  of  the 
east  country,  and  all  the  wisdom  of  Egypt." — Kings  ir. 

In  Solomon's  most  peaceful  reign 

What  happiness  was  felt ! 
Under  his  vine  and  fig  tree,  then. 

Each  man  in  safety  dwelt. 

Israel  and  Judah  lived  secure, 

In  Canaan's  fruitful  land, 
And  God  enlarged  the  Monarch's  heart, 

And  made  him  understand 

All  wisdom  Eastern  sages  learn'd, 

And  those  of  Egypt,  too  ; 
Of  trees  of  Lebanon  he  wrote,  — 

All  living  plants  he  knew. 

Of  beasts,  —  of  fowl,  —  of  creeping  things, 

And  fish  the  king  could  write, 
And  in  his  Songs  and  Proverbs  still 

All  nations  take  delight. 

•  Silver,  and  gold,  and  precious  stones, 
Were  sent  him  day  by  day, 
And  camels  laden  with  rich  goods, 
From  regions  far  away. 


192  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

So  prosperous  a  reign  as  this, 
God's  people  ne'er  had  known, 

And  mighty  kings  oft  came  to  see 
The  monarch  on  his  throne. 

Thus  God  had  said,*  "  Since  thou  dost  choose 

To  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 
Thou  shalt  be  rich,  and  wise,  and  great, 

Before  me  all  thy  days. 


SOLOMON  AND  THE  QUEEN  OF  SHEBA. 

'•  And  when  the  Queen  of  Sheba  heard  of  the  fame  of  Solomon  she  came 
to  prove  him  with  hard  questions.  And  she  gave  the  king  of  gold  and 
of  spices  a  very  great  store,  and  precious  stones." — Kings  x. 

Uttermost  parts  of  the  earth 

Had  heard  the  wondrous  fame 
Of  Solomon's  most  mighty  acts, — 

The  greatness  of  his  name. 

Thence  came  the  Queen  of  Sheba  down 

With  camels  bearing  gold, 
And  precious  stones,  and  spices  sweet,  — 

Their  worth  has  ne'er  been  told. 

Arabian  spices  —  such  a  store 
Was  never  seen  again 

♦Kings  iii:  12. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  193 


Within  the  Holy  Land  as  then 
The  queen  brought  in  her  train. 

Communing  with  King  Solomon 

Of  what  was  in  her  heart, 
With  questions  hard  she  led  the  king 

His  wisdom  to  impart. 

Then  said  the  queen,  "  In  mine  own  land 

Of  thy  great  name  I  heard, 
The  wisdom  and  prosperity 

God  had  on  thee  conferred. 

"  The  fame  of  thy  most  mighty  acts 
So  filled  me  with  surprise 
That  I  resolved  to  venture  down 
And  see  with  mine  own  eyes, 

"  And  bring  a  present  from  the  East,  — 
Spices,  and  gems,  and  gold  ; 
O  king  !  I  heard  a  true  report, 
Yet  half  has  ne'er  been  told. 

"  Thrice  happy  are  thy  men,  great  king, 
And  these  thy  servants,  too, 
Who  wait  before  thee  all  the  day, 
And  see  what  thou  dost  do. 

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194  WEE -WEE      SONGS. 

"  And  blessed  be  the  Lord  thy  God, 
Who  takes  delight  in  thee ; 
Because  the  Lord  loved  Israel  well, 
Thy  wisdom  now  they  see. 

"  Then  of  his  royal  bounty  he 

Gave  what  the  queen  liked  best, 
And  thus  King  Solomon  dismissed 
His  pleased  and  grateful  guest. 


KING      OF      TYRE. 
"  Hiram,  King  of  Tyre,  was  ever  a  lover  of  David." — Kings  v. 

King  Solomon  his  servant  sent 

To  Hiram,  King  of  Tyre, 
To  say,  "  thus  saith  King  David's  son 

Thy  servant  doth  desire 

"  To  build  a  temple  for  the  Lord, 
And  he  would  buy  of  thee, 
Cedars  of  Lebanon,  and  firs, 
To  be  sent  down  by  sea." 

And  Hiram  heard  these  words,  and. said, 
"  My  servant  shall  convey 
All  thou  dost  need  from  Lebanon ; 
Blessed  be  the  Lord  this  day ! 


WEE-WEE     SOXGS.  195 

"  David,  thy  father,  was  my  friend, 
I  love  thy  people,  too ; 
And  I  rejoice  that  God  doth  give 
Wisdom  and  grace  to  you. 

"  Now,  therefore,  let  us  make  a  league 
Of  friendship  and  of  peace  ; 
All  thou  shalt  need,  I  will  supply, 
Until  the  work  shall  cease." 

Thousands  of  men  were  thus  employed, 

Sidonians,  Tyrians,  Jews, 
To  cut  the  timber  and  the  stones, 

For  Solomon  to  use. 

No  sound  of  hammer,  axe,  or  tool, 
Around  God's  house  was  heard,  — 

All  was  prepared  in  Lebanon, 
According  to  his  word. 

The  temple  was  magnificent, 

Most  wondrous  to  behold  ! 
The  ark  and  house  were  overlaid 

With  pure  and  beaten  gold. 

And  God  was  pleased,  that  Solomon 
Urged  on  the  work  with  speed, 

He  promised  still  to  dwell  with  him, 
And  be  his  friend  indeed. 


196  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 


Christ's   love. 


"  Behold  thy  Son !    Then  saith  he  to  the  disciple,  Behold  thy  mother ! 
And  from  that  hour  that  disciple  took  her  to  his  own  home." — John  xix. 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  when  here  on  earth, 
Was  always  an  obedient  child, 

Yielding  his  mother  filial  love, 

And  ever  humble,  meek,  and  mild. 

Loving  his  mother  ;  Jesus  sought 
A  strict  obedience  to  her  will, 

And  when  upon  the  cross  he  hung, 
He  loved  his  tender  mother  still ; 

And  left  her  to  the  watchful  care 
Of  loving  John,  his  dearest  friend, 

That  in  that  dear  disciple's  home, 

She  her  remaining  days  might  spend. 

My  mother,  I  would  yield  to  thee, 
The  warm  affection  of  my  heart, 

Nor  ever  false  or  wayward  prove, 
Or  from  thy  precepts  e'er  depart. 

Help  me  to  serve  my  mother's  God, 
And  bear  his  image  on  my  heart ! 

Then,  when  these  scenes  of  earth  are  o'er, 
We  '11  meet  in  heaven  no  more  to  part. 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  197 

ON     FAITH. 

How  sweet  it  is  my  child, 

To  live  by  simple  faith, 
Just  to  believe  that  God  will  do 

Exactly  what  he  saith. 

Does  faith  mean  to  believe 

That  God  will  surely  do 
Exactly  what  he  says,  Mamma, 

Just  as  I  know  that  you 

Will  give  me  what  I  ask, 

Because  you  love  me  well, 
And  listen  patiently,  to  hear 

Whatever  I  may  tell  ? 

Yes  ;  you  may  trust  in  God, 

Just  as  you  trust  in  me ; 
Believe,  dear  child,  he  loves  you  well, 

And  will  your  father  be. 

Eor,  when  you  sought  his  love, 
Your  Father  up  in  heaven, 

Looked  kindly  down,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
And  has  your  sins  forgiven. 

And  now,  to  pray  in  faith, 
Is  simply  to  believe 


198  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

That  what  you  ask  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  surely  shall  receive. 

Go  with  your  simple  wants, 
And  tell  him  all  you  need ; 

Go  put  your  trust  in  Christ  alone, 
Such  faith  is  sweet  indeed. 


BE     LIKE      JESUS. 

"  Let  this  mind  be  in  you  which  was  also  in  Christ  Jesus." 

To  be  like  Jesus  !  O  how  sweet ; 

Living  on  earth  as  Jesus  did  — 
Never  to  speak  one  angry  word, 

But  always  do  as  one  is  bid. 

To  be  like  Jesus  !  he,  dear  child, 
With  God  and  man  in  favor  grew, 

Never  was  known  to  tell  a  lie, 

But  always  spoke  just  what  was  true. 

To  be  like  Jesus  !  When,  O  Lord, 
Thou  givest  a  holy  heart  to  me ; 

Never  shall  I  delight  to  sin, 
But  always  try  to  be  like  thee. 

To  be  like  Jesus !  pure  in  thought, 

And  word,  and  deed ;  O  help  me,  Lord, 


WEE- WEE      SONGS.  199 

Never  thy  Spirit  more  to  grieve, 
But  always  love  thy  holy  Word. 

To  be  like  Jesus !  O,  how  sweet ! 

When  I  go  home  to  heaven  above 
Never  shall  I  forget  thee  more, 

But  always  dwell  with  thee  in  love. 


SABBATH     HYMN. 

Little  traveller,  Zionward 
Turn  thy  willing  steps  to-day, 

Haste  thee  to  the  house  of  God, 
Lift  thy  youthful  heart  and  pray. 

May  this  Sabbath  be  the  best  — 
Happiest  day  of  all  the  seven, 

Day  of  sweet  and  sacred  rest, 
Emblem  of  the  rest  of  heaven. 

Little  pilgrim,  keep  thy  feet 
From  the  devious  ways  of  sin  ; 

Go,  where  Christians  love  to  meet, 
Go,  where  Jesus  oft  hath  been. 

Seek  his  presence  and  his  love, 
On  this  holy  Sabbath  day, 

Lift  thy  heart,  and  voice  above, 
In  his  temple  praise  and  pray ! 


£00  WEE-WEE      SONGS. 

Little  lamb,  mayest  thou  be  seen 
Far  from  dangerous  paths  to  roam, 

In  thy  shepherd's  pastures  green  — 
In  his  bosom  find  a  home. 

Never  wander  from  his  side  ; 

Trust  thy  tender  shepherd's  love  ; 
He  thy  wayward  steps  will  guide 

Safely  to  his  fold  above. 


FEED     MY     LAMBS. 

"  He  shall  feed  his  flock  like  a  shepherd  —  he  shall  gather  the  lambs 
•with  his  arm,  and  carry  them  in  his  bosom." — Isaiah  xl:  11. 

"  Forbid  them  not,"  the  Savior  says, 
"  But  suffer  them  to  come, 
For  children  in  my  arms  of  love, 
There  always  has  been  room." 

Those  who  would  win  the  Savior's  love, 

And  be  his  friend  indeed, 
Must  not  neglect  the  little  ones  — 

These  dear  lambs  they  must  feed, 

And  lead  them  to  the  quiet  streams 
Where  they  may  sweetly  rest, 

Till  the  Good  Shepherd  calls  them  home 
And  folds  them  to  his  breast. 


CONTENTS. 


Almira  and  Minnie, ....    131 

Baby  has  got  a  tooth, 184 

Baby's  first  steps, 28 

Be  like  Jesus, 198 

Bible  sold  by  weight, 36 

Blackberry  girl, 1 45 

Breakfast  for  the  robins, 149 

Cbarlie  and  his  youthful  teacher, 109 

Christ's  love, 196 

Close  of  the  day, 76 

Conversation  upon  ice, 30 

Cooking  in  old  times, 73 

Create  in  me  a  clean  heart,  0  God, 96 

Cross  girl, 39 

Cross  girl, 65 

Dolly's  name, 71 

Eddie  in  the  country, 34 

Ella  and  the  roses, 12 

Envy, 118 

Faithful  Fido, 83 

Feed  my  lambs, 200 

God  the  Creator, 162 

Grandmamma's  story, 141 

Granite  hills  in  winter, 56 

Happy  cat, 168 

Happy  Dolly, 33 

Holiday  gift, 124 

Ida  May 13 

Jane's  questien, 44 

John  Mason  and  his  sled, 47 

King  of  Tyre, 194 


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202  CONTENTS. 


Little  Eddie, 80 

Little  Ellen's  request, 156 

Little  Lydia  and  the  razor, 181 

Little  Mary  and  her  wicked  father, , 84 

Lost  child, ICO 

Milking  the  Cows, 159, 

Minnie's  faithfulness, 18 

Morning  song  and  morning  prayer, 25 

Mother  Goose, 7 

My  son  give  me  thine  heart, 177 

Nature  speaks  of  God, 182 

Nursery  children  needing  homes, 129 

Ocean  steamers, 185 

Oh  spare  the  birds, 38 

On  faith, 197 

Papa's  request, 43 

Playtime, 27 

Precious  Bible, 103 

Pulsifer  children, 22 

Remember  the  poor, 123 

Remember  the  Sabbath  day  to  keep  it  holy, 107 

Ride  to  school  in  winter, 48 

Sabbath  hymn, 199 

Sallie  M , 87 

Shun  the  swearer, 59 

Skating, 153 

Sleep,  Dolly, 10 

Sleep,  little  birdie, 156 

Solomon  and  the  Queen  of  Sheba, 192 

Solomon's  choice, ': 187 

Solomon's  judgment, 188 

Solomon's  wisdom, 191 

Spring, 173 

Strawberry  girl, 115 

Succotash, 74 

Supper  for  the  robins, 147 


CONTENTS.  203 


The  falls, 60 

The  first  theft, 68 

The  Helen  Maria, 97 

The  Indian  and  the  basket, 138 

The  Indian  and  the  planter, 136 

The  infant  Savior, 99 

The  kind  brother, 53 

The  Lake,  Isles  and  White  Mountains, 58 

The  little  boy's  request, 99 

The  morning  walk, 114 

The  peacock,    17 

The  proud  girl, 89 

The  sabbath  breaker, 175 

The  sacrifice, 104 

The  sailor  and  the  monkeys, Ill 

The  stolen  pen-knife, 63 

The  tell-tale, 60 

The  two  cousins, 101 

The  widow  of  Zarephath, 150 

The  wounded  foot, 156 

The  youthful  king, 97 

Tibby  and  her  kitten, 165 

Tibby's  death 172 

To  my  infant  nephew, 154 

Trenton  Falls, 41 

Up!  up!  away! 174 

Visit  to  the  country, 178 

Wake,  Dolly, 11 

Willie's  fears.     Part  T, 93 

Willie's  fears.     Part  II, 94 

Wonderful  instinct  of  the  ant, 78 


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